Mo Sinian looked at her and said with deep meaning: "Then in the future, I can cook for you."
"I can't let you do that." She shook her head with a smile, "It's almost midnight, you should go now, Sinian."
Mo Sinian stared deeply at her, nodding lightly: "Good night, Xixi."
"Good night."
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The next day, Meng Xi'er went early to get the boat tickets and brought breakfast to the hospital.
Meng Zichen's fever wasn't high, but it would not steadily reduce, which was quite bothersome.
Children's illnesses are the most troublesome. The medications can't be too strong, but if too mild, they can't cure the illness. Medical facilities in the town were simple and rudimentary; at this juncture, all they could do was go to the city for detailed examination.
Meng Zichen seemed spirited, he finished the egg wrapped rice she made and drank a whole cup of milk.
