Although Ji Xia lost a portion of fried chicken tenders and a small-sized baked sweet potato, she gained half a pot of pear soup that evening upon returning—Jiang Jianshe had specifically left it for her because he simply couldn't drink any more, and he had even gone out of his way to serve it to her.
When Ji Xia finally went back, she was burping. Whether they were burps of happiness or resentful pear soup burps was something only Ji Xia knew.
Whether it was the effectiveness of the medicine, the benefits of the pork lung soup, or Jiang Jianshe's attentive care, Jiang Weiming stopped coughing after the third, and his overall energy had greatly improved—his condition was much better. Initially, he wanted to return to work with Sir, who had been dragged by his sons to undergo a full-body health check-up, but everyone insisted he rest a few more days because they were worried about him.
