However, Tan Zhenghong still hoped his wife could eat a bit more; only by eating more could she regain her strength.
By the time he had served the food, Qiao Duo'er was already sitting by the table.
She didn't like to eat in bed, which made her feel as if she was extremely weak.
Qiao Duo'er picked at a few noodles and ate them. The noodles were chewy and perfectly seasoned with the sauce, and the vibrant green vegetables tasted not bad.
Although the taste was okay, her head was dizzy and swollen, and she put down her chopsticks after barely eating half a bowl.
Looking over at Tan Zhenghong, he was eating the leftover rice porridge she had just been eating.
"Why aren't you eating the noodles?" Qiao Duo'er asked, puzzled.
"I'll just have the porridge; the noodles are for you."
Tan Zhenghong said without hesitation.
