Feng Yanyan said, "Let's make some soup, I'll bring it to Brother Sheng tomorrow to drink."
Ji Qing: "..."
This girl!
After taking a shower, Feng Yanyan, wearing her pajamas, ran down and started bustling about in the kitchen.
Since the Chinese New Year was approaching, Ji Qing, besides painting at home, didn't have much to do. Her husband and son rarely ate at home, so she had sent the servants home early for the New Year holiday.
Finally, unable to stand by any longer, she went over and said, "Okay, that's enough, I'll watch the soup for you. Go watch TV for a bit, I'll call you when dinner is ready."
Feng Yanyan looked at the soup pot, nodded, "Mom, please keep an eye on it for me, make sure it doesn't get scorched."
"Hmm."
Returning to the living room and just lying down on the sofa, her phone rang. It was Ran Yu, "Yanyan, have you eaten? You're not still at the hospital, are you?"
"No, I've come back."
