Li Hongying's culinary skills are unforgettable, making people unknowingly add more rice. Ruan Qingru ate happily, of course, she didn't have the spare time to deliver meals to her husband. Ding Anguo and Feng Lishu took on the task, since the two kids had grandpa, grandma, and their maternal grandmother watching over them, they weren't needed.
When they arrived at the hospital, Feng Guolun was genuinely hungry, especially after seeing the other people in the ward have a hearty meal.
"Dad." Feng Lishu held an insulated container, and behind her Ding Anguo carried a basin, with a corner of a thick jacket peeking out. Inside were three aluminum lunchboxes, and even after being carried all the way, they were still warm.
Feng Guolun couldn't wait to sit up straight, intuitively pulled the small table at the end of the bed over to place in front of him, setting it up for the lunchboxes and the insulated container.
