"I bought white fungus soup, abalone porridge, and... sea cucumber millet porridge, fruit porridge."
Lu Chenyuan pushed open the door and found the atmosphere in the hospital room to be somewhat moribund.
Lin Yan also didn't know what unhappy things they talked about, her small face was tight.
Lin Yan realized that Lu Chenyuan truly didn't know what women liked, the snacks he brought for supper, how many of those could contribute to a gossip session?
It would have been better to buy some spicy duck snacks, or if not, some burgers, chicken wings, and fries, which would be better than these.
The items Lu Chenyuan bought had, once again, solidified in Zhou Xiaoyue's heart the impression of him flaunting his wealth.
One could tell she must have been too accustomed to hard times, afraid that others wouldn't know how rich he was, even putting sea cucumber in millet porridge.
