No one paid any attention to Dr. Li.
Song Zhen carefully attended to Gu Xinzhou throughout the meal.
In addition to praising her cooking skills, he also turned into her little fanboy and said tenderly, "Of all the congees I've eaten at the best hotels in the world, none smells as fragrant as the one you made!"
Shen Shiqing nodded in agreement, "I've never liked porridge since I was a child, but today I'm fortunate enough to taste the porridge made by my wife, and it tastes so good; I believe I'll definitely start liking porridge from now on."
Gu Xinzhou knew that their flattery made up the greater part of their comments.
But she was still very happy to hear others praise her cooking.
Here, a few people chatted while they ate in the dining room.
On the other side—
Little Xiahua had just fed George a bowl of congee, and she looked at him with a smile, "George, do you feel any better? All the little friends at kindergarten miss you, and so does the teacher! When can you come to school with Yunxi?"
"Yunxi?" George's young face was filled with surprise, "Who is Yunxi?"
Little Xiahua covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, then turned to look at Qi Lei, "Daddy, he still doesn't know McDull's grand name is Yunxi!"
Qi Lei walked in, placed the dishes George had used onto a tray, ready to take them away, "Little Xiahua, the young master is not feeling well; if you have something to say, say it kindly. Don't hide half of it and make him anxious with guessing."
Little Xiahua obediently nodded her head, sat beside George's bed, swinging her legs and said with a smile, "Yunxi is McDull! Isn't McDull your twin brother? The two of you look exactly alike! You're both Uncle Song's sons!"
At this point, she suddenly remembered that Gu Xinzhou in the living room seemed to have just learned McDull's grand name too.
She pondered, "But, it seems like your mom also didn't know McDull is Yunxi, so it's normal that you don't know either!"
George's eyes were round as he stared at Little Xiahua.
Because he was thin, his eyes appeared especially earnest and bright when they widened.
Seeing him like this, Little Xiahua became a bit scared, "You?"
George hurriedly pressed, "The Uncle Song you mentioned, is that Uncle Song Zhen?"
Pride shone on Little Xiahua's face, "Of course! Uncle Song is so amazing; he's the world's richest man! My dad is his number one special assistant!"
George asked again, "I have a twin brother? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, if you and Yunxi are not twins, why do you look exactly the same?" Little Xiahua raised her little hand and waved it in front of him, "George, did you hurt your brain? Why do you need to ask me such a simple question?"
After being classmates for a year, Little Xiahua knew that George was known in kindergarten as both the pitiful and the smart Baobao.
There was no need to mention why he was called the pitiful Baobao since he was always getting beaten.
As for being called the smart Baobao, it was because whenever the teacher put thinking questions on the board, or math problems for first or second graders, George could always solve them with ease.
The teacher had even said George's thinking abilities were exceptional, and the only things he lacked were language organization and social skills.
As one of George's few good friends, Little Xiahua was very concerned about his condition. She pressed her hand against his forehead, then imitated adults by touching her own forehead for comparison, "It doesn't seem like you have a fever!"
George asked, "Are you sure?"
Little Xiahua became a bit frightened, "George, you haven't really been beaten stupid, have you? The police came to our school. The people who were your mom and dad before are traffickers who specifically deal in stealing children; that's why they would beat you. The teacher said, now that you are back with your real mom and dad, and you even have a brother, do you know that?"