"Brother Dashuan finally did a good deed, thank goodness for the two chickens and the basket of eggs he brought over yesterday. Otherwise, what would you have eaten these past few days?" Dashuan's wife brought a bowl of thick millet porridge to Shen Yunfang, which was slightly reddened from the brown sugar she had stirred in, and it contained two peeled eggs. "Come on, eat up before it gets cold."
Early that morning, she had rented a stove at the cafeteria for three days and used the millet Dashuan had brought to cook a pot of fragrant and smooth porridge. Before she left, she also used half a chicken to stew a pot of chicken soup, asking the cafeteria's chef to keep an eye on it. Only then did she return to bring Yunfang her meal.
Shen Yunfang had been lucid after leaving the delivery room yesterday, and once she was pushed to the ward, she had Dashuan's wife lock the door so she could cuddle her child, and all three of them managed to catch up on some sleep.
