Although Guo Chengsong was a little disappointed, he still smiled and said, "That's great. A flower must first bloom before it can bear fruit. In the future, when she grows up, she can help Chunhong take care of our other children."
"That's right; flowers must first bloom before they can bear fruit." Widow Hua nodded repeatedly. She took out a jar from her basket and said, "Since you were injured and Chunhong just gave birth, I slaughtered a chicken to cook a nourishing meal for you two. You should eat it while it's hot.
"I will bring you lunch at noon."
"Sorry for making you worry. Mother, "Have you eaten?"
"I've left some chicken soup. I'll just make a bowl of chicken noodle soup later." After Widow Hua finished speaking, she filled a glass of water for him. "Sorry that you have to suffer here for two more days; come home when you can take care of yourself. Otherwise, it'll be too hectic at home."
"I'm sorry to trouble you." Guo Chengsong nodded.
