Mu Qingqing's mind was instantly filled with vivid images of all sorts of mouth-watering delicacies as soon as she heard the word "food," which made her hungry stomach growl even louder. She turned to Luo Jin and said, "Luo Jin, go and tell my sister that I would like to have some meat, noodles -"
Luo Jin's smile faded a little when he heard her naming all the things she wanted to eat. "Wait, wait, wait, Miss Mu Qingqing, are you forgetting that you are a patient now?" he asked, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
"So?"
"That means until you have recovered you cannot eat anything heavy or oily or meaty," he informed with a smile.
Mu Qingqing: "..."
"What?!" she gasped in shock, and stared at him with wide eyes. To a serious foodie like this, this kind of news was even worse than the news of leaving Mo Qinhe alive. She glared at Luo Jin and sneered unhappily, "Who said that?"
"The doctor," he replied.
