Shi Qian arrived at the ward. Shi Qiuran was about to eat.
When she saw Shi Qian, she was stunned for a moment. She hurriedly looked behind Shi Qian. Without Fu Sinian, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
"Qian Qian, why are you here?"
"The filming went very smoothly today. We wrapped up early, so I came over to accompany you." Shi Qian walked forward and looked at the dishes on the table. "Wow, they smell so good. Which restaurant are these dishes from? They look good."
"Which restaurant? Which restaurant can make such a chicken? Look at this chicken." Shi Qiuran picked up the bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Shi Qian.
Shi Qian sniffed it. "This smell is a little familiar."
"Old Master fed this chicken. Moreover, your mother-in-law personally sent it over." Shi Qiuran put down the soup bowl and sized up Shi Qian's expression.
