In this way, the heat from the rice even warmed up the chicken.
Xiao Yuchuan brought Fourth Brother's rice and medicine to the secondary bedroom.
Xiao Yishan scooped two bowls of rice onto the table, took one of the rice bowls, and put all the chicken on top of the rice. He handed the chopsticks to Su Qingyue, "You're injured, eat slowly."
She knew the chicken was the only dish for breakfast, and the second brother gave it all to her. She quickly pushed the bowl back to him, "You eat."
Although her voice was hoarse, Xiao Yishan seemed to hear her speak, and suddenly became delighted, "Wife, you can talk now?"
She picked up the chopsticks and only lowered her head to eat... the dry rice.
There were no other dishes.
She was able to endure hardship, and considering the poverty of this family, it was already nice for them to take her in. She wouldn't be picky anymore.
Xiao Yishan saw her silently chewing, not talking anymore, and thought he had heard her voice wrong earlier.
