Yuan Haoyang looked at the thermos that was full of toppings and Chinese medicine, saying, "I don't know whose cooking this is, but it tastes quite good. Why don't you like it?"
"Drink it if you want to. Don't talk so much." Lin Wenyu snorted.
"Doctor Lin, did you cook it yourself?"
Lin Wenyu rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not interested in cooking."
However, she felt a little guilty. Previously, her mother was the one who cooked the soup. Recently, she was afraid that her mother would ask her about it, so she asked the nanny to cook the soup instead. She even specially instructed the nanny not to mention it to her mom.
Yuan Haoyang was doing much better now. As he drank the soup, he asked, "When can I be discharged?"
