Chapter 171

"Well, no problem."

Xia Ling poured the spare ribs soup cooked in the pot into the thermos cup and said with a smile, "it's just that I suddenly feel that my craft is more and more similar to that of Zhang ma. If I didn't add this pot of soup myself in the morning, I thought it was cooked by Zhang Ma."

After getting along for a long time, maybe even the cooking skills have become similar.

"Hehe, isn't it?"

Zhang Ma's old eyes flashed slightly, "young lady, are you still eating at home?"

Isn't that the soup she cooked?

This is also the masterpiece of our own childish ghost young master.

"I'll talk about it later. Mom Zhang, help me keep my meal first."

Xia Ling didn't care to say much and left quickly with a thermos cup.

In the hospital, Xia Ling stood at the door of the VIP ward where Jiang Lingyun lived, pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Lingyun on the hospital bed. She didn't push the door in.

At this time, she shouldn't meet him again.

Taking out her mobile phone, she was about to make a warm call and asked her to come out to get the soup. There was a faint conversation between the two.

"Brother Jiang, you haven't eaten for a day. Can I beg you to eat something?"

Haven't eaten in a day?

Why?

Xia Ling held her mobile phone tightly and looked at Jiang Lingyun who was ill.

"I have no appetite and don't want to eat."

Jiang Lingyun tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"How can you have an appetite? Do you have an appetite only when linger comes?"

Warm heart bitter, "but aunt said, don't let me contact linger, otherwise, I can't stay here to take care of you."

Jiang Lingyun didn't speak, but his closed eyes moved and looked as if they were at your disposal.

Warm and helpless, he kindly advised: "brother Jiang, I beg you, don't be cheap on your body, okay? Look, I made Chicken Soup for you, will you open your eyes and drink some?"

"Take it away."

Jiang Lingyun spoke faintly and still closed his eyes.

"Brother Jiang..."

"I told you to take it away. Didn't you hear me?"

Jiang Lingyun finally opened her eyes and waved away the chicken soup bowl in her warm hand.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, her warm hands were covered with chicken soup, which made her cry out in surprise. Her eyes turned red instantly. I don't know whether it was hot or wronged.

"Warm."

Xia Ling, who was standing at the door, couldn't care any more and hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Lingling, you're here. I..."

Jiang Lingyun was surprised and guilty. Her face changed and kept looking at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling twisted her eyebrows and looked at him. She put down the thermos cup in her hand. First, she pulled the warmth into the bathroom and washed her hand under the faucet.

Warm silent, but crystal tears rolled down drop by drop.

Xia Ling felt uncomfortable and whispered, "warm."

She is not a fool. She knows in her heart that she is fond of Jiang Lingyun.

She felt sorry.

"I'm fine. I just got burned and couldn't help it."

Warm sucked his nose, reached out and wiped the tears off his face and returned to normal.

Xia Ling wanted to talk and stopped. Looking at the warmth, she didn't know what to say.

"Ling'er, you're just in time. Brother Jiang hasn't eaten for a day. Take care of him and have something to eat later."

Warm looked at Xia Ling, smiled and asked.

Xia Ling looked at her calmly and nodded gently, "OK."

Having entered the ward, it's better to make it clear with Jiang Lingyun.

In this way, it's good for everyone.

They went out of the bathroom door. Xia Ling looked at Jiang Lingyun, who was ill, and saw that he was also looking at himself with his eyes fixed.