Qiao Mu didn't want to fight with Li Yan for food. After all, he was injured. She reminded him as she gnawed on the chicken feet, ""Uncle, eat more pork trotters."
Li Yan glanced at Qiao Mu indifferently and put some vegetables into his mouth helplessly. " The doctor said that I want to eat something light. The pork trotters are too greasy, so you don't have to prepare these for me in the future. "
Qiao Mu's eyes lit up, and she said regretfully, ""Uncle, why didn't you say so earlier? It's a waste if you don't eat it. I'll take care of it!"
Then, Qiao Mu unceremoniously swallowed all the tonics that she had prepared for Li Yan.
Li Yan lowered his head and looked at his bandaged hand. It seemed that his wound was not in vain.
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Late at night, it was time for the two of them to be alone again.
After more than half a month of freedom, Li Yan returned, so Qiao Mu could only stay at the Li residence.
