After Zhao Siqing had prepared the dishes, old Madam Huo began to eat slowly, neither too hot nor too cold.
From time to time, she would be picky. "This soup is too light. It's obvious that you're too lazy to cook it. The heat is too short and it doesn't taste good. "
Zhao Siqing said gently, "you're still sick. It's the time to recuperate. Too much salt isn't good. "
Hearing that, old Madam Huo didn't say anything.
But not long after, she was picky again. "This stir-fried cauliflower with garlic is too much. It's not good. I don't like garlic. "
"actually, I don't like eating it either. But my mother always said that eating garlic is good for the body, " Zhao Siqing said gently.
"Yang Jingqiu? " Old Madam Huo asked with a frown.
"Yes, " Zhao Siqing replied gently.
"Hmph, I knew that she was the one who said such low-quality words. " When Yang Jingqiu was mentioned, old Madam Huo's eyes were full of disdain.
Zhao Siqing smiled and said gently, "why don't you tell me what you like to eat? I'll make it for you tomorrow. "
Old Madam Huo rolled her eyes at her and snorted. "You still have to wait for tomorrow? Don't you need to eat lunch and dinner today? "
Zhao Siqing could not help but smile. She felt that Old Madam Huo was actually quite cute when she was not so vicious.
"Of course I have to eat lunch and dinner, but if I cook for you at home three times a day, I won't be able to accompany you here to take care of you. So I've asked the chef at home to help you cook lunch at noon and will send it to the hospital later. "
Old Madam Huo lowered her head and drank a mouthful of soup. Her expression had eased up a lot, and there was not much dissatisfaction to be seen. However, her tone was still not very good. "I think you just want to be lazy. You think it's troublesome to take care of me, so you're not willing to do it yourself. "
Zhao Siqing did not argue with her. She just wanted her to be as happy as she could be.
"So what do you want to eat tomorrow? " Zhao Siqing insisted without the slightest bit of impatience.
"Yes, braised pork ribs, crucian carp tofu soup... "
Old Madam Huo ordered a series of dishes without any hesitation. Zhao Siqing noted them down one by one and did not intend to cook all of them.
Although old Madam Huo was sick, her appetite was not affected at all. It was still very good.
If she could cook all the dishes she ordered, she probably would not need to sleep for the whole night.
Seeing that she did not say anything, old Madam Huo could not help but frown. She looked up at Zhao Siqing and said in a deep voice, "have you remembered it? "
"I've remembered it, I've remembered it, " Zhao Siqing coaxed gently. Sometimes, she felt that old Madam Huo was more like a child.
Old Madam Huo snorted coldly and did not speak again.
After half a meal, old Madam Huo looked up at Zhao Siqing and said, "have you eaten? "
"I've eaten. Huo Jingchen made me a sandwich with warm milk this morning, " Zhao Siqing said gently.
Upon hearing that, old Madam Huo became more and more displeased. She could not help but say, "Humph, you're really lucky. I haven't enjoyed his food at my age yet, but you can eat enough all day long. "
Zhao Siqing could not help but find it funny when she heard the dissatisfaction and hidden meaning in the Old Lady's words. She looked at old Madam Huo and said gently, "then I'll ask him to make it for you when we get back. "
Old Madam Huo's expression softened a little after receiving a satisfactory answer.
Although she did not say anything, her brows were clearly much gentler. It was clear that she was in a good mood.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Then, Madam Huo and Huo Pengpeng pushed the door open and entered.
"Mom, I made you some breakfast... " Madam Huo said gently. Before she could finish her words, she saw Zhao Siqing sitting next to Madam Huo.