"It's getting late, would you like to eat something?" Lin Zifan straightened up, "Sir asked me to prepare Xiaomi porridge from Yuesheng Restaurant for you, along with some vegetarian steamed dumplings."
Mu's mother glanced at the paper bag on the bedside table and indeed saw the bag adorned with the age-old logo of Yuesheng Restaurant.
Right now, how could she possibly be in the mood to eat?
"Have you accomplished what I asked you to do earlier?"
"I've already spoken with Mr. Mu on the phone, you don't have to worry too much."
Mu's mother leaned back against the headboard weakly and sighed deeply.
How could she possibly not worry at times like these?
Julie came back with a clean blanket, and Mu's mother and Lin Zifan tacitly avoided broaching the subject again.
Scooping out half a bowl of porridge from the thermal container, Lin Zifan gently brought it up to Mu's mother, "Please try to eat a bit, otherwise... how will your body cope?"
