Recall once sweet, Yang Muya look become a little lonely, heard the sound of soup rolling, just suddenly back to God.
"Madam, the yam has been disposed of. Do you want to put it in now?" The housekeeper lifted the lid and asked.
"First skim off the oil star on the soup and put the yam in it." Yang Muya slightly supported the armrest of the wheelchair, stood up to have a look, and then ordered.
When all the ingredients are ready, the housekeeper looks at the chicken soup that needs to be stewed for several hours. He wants to push her back to her room to have a rest, but Yang Muya refuses. He insists on keeping the soup by himself and not letting anyone handle it.
She insisted on taking care of such trifles as salt.
A pot of soup, she spent most of the time in the kitchen.
"You can have it delivered. Don't say I did it." Yang Muya looks at the fragrant chicken soup in front of her eyes and calmly orders the housekeeper.
The housekeeper took a look at her and wanted to say something. Finally, he didn't say anything. With chicken soup, he walked towards Xia Hua's ward.
Yang Muya pushed her wheelchair out by herself.
Xia Changyue said that Xia Hua was still in love with her, just like a magic language, constantly appeared in her ears. She bit her lip, and suddenly had an impulse to figure out what was going on.
Yang Muya pushed her wheelchair toward the backyard and moved slowly.
As soon as she arrived at the door of Xia Hua's ward, she heard the voice coming from inside.
"Mr. Xia, Professor Ross said that you can eat liquid food. This is chicken soup made in the kitchen. Try it to see if it suits your taste." As expected, the housekeeper did not reveal a word according to Yang Muya's instructions.
In a strange way, Yang Muya pushed the wheelchair close to the door and looked at Xia Hua who was sitting on the head of the bed.
Xia Hua's hands and feet still can't move, it's the nurse holding the soup bowl to feed him.
After a sip, Xia Hua's face changed slightly.
At the second sip, he suddenly stopped and frowned, as if he had found something.
Xia Hua suddenly turned to look at the housekeeper, opened his mouth and said a word.
The housekeeper couldn't react for a moment, but Yang Muya understood it at a glance.
He was asking the housekeeper: who cooked the soup?
Yang Muya's eyes suddenly became sour and astringent. She bit her lips and didn't let herself make any sound.
Didn't he hate her?
Why is it that after more than 20 years, he can still drink her soup at the first time, which is different from others?
"Mr. Xia, why don't you drink? Don't you like the taste of soup? " The nurse saw that she didn't open her mouth. She just looked at Xia Hua, the housekeeper, and couldn't help asking.
Smell speech, Yang Mu ya heart a tight, raise a head again, look at him.
Xia Hua did not seem to hear the nurse's words, just waiting for the housekeeper's answer.
The housekeeper didn't understand his words at first, but later he came back. He was standing there in a dilemma and didn't know whether to tell the truth or lie.
"Bang -"
Yang Muya suddenly reached out and pushed the door open, sliding the wheelchair to go in, "soup is made by me, if you dislike it, you can not drink it, and you'd better starve yourself to death, so Yueyue is my daughter."
“……” The people in the ward didn't expect that Yang Muya would suddenly appear. They were a little surprised.
The housekeeper came forward to push the wheelchair for her. He pushed her to Xia Hua and stopped.
"Give me the soup bowl." Yang Muya suddenly reached out to the nurse.
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