On the afternoon of the discharge day, Daddy Zhaozhao and Zhaozhao’s mother both went back to work.
It was near the end of the year, and there was already a lot to do, in addition to the time off they had taken, so they had to finish everything before the holiday.
Only Shen Zhaozhao and Sheng Chuyi were left at home.
"Yiyi, look, it’s snowing outside." Shen Zhaozhao leaned over the balcony waving at Sheng Chuyi. Ideally, she should have continued to rest in bed for a while after being discharged.
However, that girl couldn’t stay still; she would move from the bed to the sofa and then run from the bedroom to the living room. Now, she had even run onto the balcony.
Sheng Chuyi took a blanket from the sofa and draped it over her, "You just got discharged, be careful not to catch a cold."
Shen Zhaozhao turned and smiled at him, "It’s okay, you know I’ve always been very healthy from a young age."
This was indeed true. In her class, she was always the last one to catch the flu. Others would be down with a fever of 38.5 degrees, but she could still run to the store with a fever nearing 40 degrees.
Sheng Chuyi led her back to the dining table, and Shen Zhaozhao’s face fell when she saw the dishes on the table.
During her hospital stay, her dad made her soup every day, lean meat soup, pig’s trotters soup, chicken soup... she had different ones daily, almost like she was in confinement.
And now that she was finally home, she still had to have soup.
"Be good, this is pigeon soup, it can help your wound heal." Sheng Chuyi ladled out a small bowl for her.
"But I want to eat braised pork, hotpot, pickled fish..." Shen Zhaozhao stared at the soup in front of her, imagining a variety of dishes.
Sheng Chuyi said, "The doctor specifically instructed that you should avoid spicy, cold, and greasy foods after surgery to prevent intestinal irritation and hinder the healing of the wound, please bear with it a little longer."
"I can’t take it anymore." She had already endured for a week. "Besides, you clearly promised that you would make whatever I wanted to eat, right?" She felt deceived.
Sheng Chuyi was at a loss with her.
After saying this, Sheng Chuyi got up and soon returned with a very small plate of braised pork, containing only one, two, three... four pieces.
"I know you wanted to eat it, so I made it specially for you, but you can’t eat too much..." Before Sheng Chuyi could finish speaking, Shen Zhaozhao eagerly picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth.
Tears of happiness nearly fell.
Oh, it tasted so good, just like she remembered.
But when she reached for the second piece, Sheng Chuyi moved the plate away, "You can only eat two pieces at a time."
"What?" Shen Zhaozhao instantly got upset. How could two pieces of such delicious braised pork be enough?
"If you don’t listen and try to sneak more, I won’t make it for you next time." Sheng Chuyi threatened.
Shen Zhaozhao pouted, reluctantly compromising, "Fine, two pieces then!" It was better than not having any.
There’s an expression "A wise man submits to circumstances." This time, she didn’t gulp it down but savored it slowly in her mouth.
She had never thought that she could be so reluctant to eat a piece of braised pork.
After they finished eating, they noticed the snow outside had gotten heavier. The snow swirled and danced in the air.
After washing the dishes, Sheng Chuyi came out only to hear Shen Zhaozhao say, "Yiyi, let’s go catch snowflakes?"
"How old are you?" Sheng Chuyi glanced at her.
Catching snowflakes was something children liked to do, wasn’t it?