"Fine, I believe you! You want to eat dumplings, right? Okay, I’ll go and buy some for you." He was a patient, and she didn’t dare to refuse him.
"I don’t want the store-bought ones, I want the ones you make."
An Ruo was exasperated, "Tang Yuchen, don’t push your luck too far!"
"I just want to eat the ones you make!"
"I’m not in the mood to make them for you. Take it or leave it with the store-bought ones."
Tang Yuchen stared at her, adamant on a single point: "I just want to eat the ones you make!"
"If you don’t make them for me, I won’t eat at all!"
Damn it, why hasn’t God taken this scoundrel away!
An Ruo didn’t like to argue with people, and since he insisted on eating her cooking, she could only compromise and make them for him.
The VIP hospital room he was staying in even had a separate kitchen.
Tang Yuchen had someone go to the nearby supermarket to buy the ingredients, and then she entered the kitchen to make dumplings. She made enough for two people, since it didn’t make sense for him to eat while she starved.
When the dumplings were boiled and ready, their familiar aroma wafted through the air, and the man’s eyes flickered with a trace of nostalgia for everything in the past.
An Ruo propped up his bed and placed a small table in front of him. After setting down the plate and chopsticks, she left him to eat on his own.
There was no way she was going to feed him dumplings; she had to eat as well.
Tang Yuchen didn’t act capricious anymore. His right hand could move, so he grasped the chopsticks and picked up a dumpling to eat. The familiar taste was so moving.
It had been so long since he last ate her dumplings; he truly wished he could eat them for a lifetime.
After he finished the whole plate of dumplings, An Ruo discovered he had already finished eating.
She asked in astonishment, "Did you eat them all?"
"Mmm, they were delicious." He smiled at her contentedly.
An Ruo, seeing that he looked normal, thought he probably hadn’t overeaten. Still, she warned him, "If your stomach feels uncomfortable later, you have to tell me."
"Don’t worry, that portion isn’t too much for me." He saw through her concern and smiled at her.
Since he was fine, naturally she wouldn’t fuss over him any more.
After washing the dishes, it was already noon. The doctor came for a round to check on his condition.
After examining him, the doctor said with a smile, "The recovery is good, as long as the wound doesn’t open up again, you can be discharged after this week."
An Ruo asked subconsciously, "Can he be discharged so soon?"
"Yes, typically it takes about a week," the doctor answered her.
Tang Yuchen also said to her, "Such an injury is nothing to me, I’ll recover seventy to eighty percent in just a few days."
An Ruo felt surprised.
Was it that modern medicine had advanced so much, or was his body’s self-healing ability just that good?
But his quick recovery was good for both him and her.
Once he was discharged, she wouldn’t have to take care of him anymore.
The day quickly turned dark, and the day was coming to an end. Around seven in the evening, An Ruo was also preparing to go home.
She collected her belongings and told him, "Rest well, I will come back to take care of you tomorrow."
Tang Yuchen really wanted her to stay, but he knew that it would be asking too much of her.
He moved his lips and, after a pause, he said to her, "Tomorrow, I will divorce Ke Ren."
An Ruo looked at him, her expression unchanged: "That’s your business, you don’t need to tell me."
"An Ruo, my relationship with Ke Ren..."
"I said that’s your business, and it has nothing to do with me." She didn’t want to hear his explanation and left without turning back.
Exiting the hospital, she unexpectedly saw Mo Hua’s car parked up front.