Chapter 1318

Recall once sweet, Yang Muya look 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 of the pot and asked.

"Remove the oil star from the soup and put yam in it." Yang Muya slightly supported the armrest of the wheelchair, stood up to have a look, and then ordered.

After all the ingredients have been disposed of, the housekeeper looks at the chicken soup that has been simmered for several hours, and wants to push her back to her room to have a rest first. Yang Muya refuses, insisting on keeping the soup and not letting anyone handle it.

Even small things like putting salt, she insisted on coming by herself.

She spent most of her day in the kitchen after a pot of soup was cooked.

"You let someone deliver it, 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 looked at her with heartache and wanted to say something. Finally, he didn't say anything. Carrying chicken soup, he walked towards Xiahua's ward.

Yang Muya pushed the wheelchair out alone.

Xia Changyue said that Xia Hua still loved her, just like a magic word, constantly appeared in her ears. She bit her lip, and suddenly had an impulse to find out what was going on.

Yang Muya pushed his wheelchair and slowly moved towards the backyard.

As soon as she arrived at the door of Xiahua's ward, she heard voices coming from inside.

"Mr. Xia, Professor Rose says you can eat liquid food. This is chicken soup cooked in the kitchen. Try it and see if it suits your taste." As expected, the housekeeper did not reveal a word according to Yang Muya's orders.

By devils, Yang Muya pushed the wheelchair close to the door, and looked at Xia Hua sitting on the head of the bed from the unclosed crack in the door.

Xia Hua's hands and feet are still unable to move, is the nurse carrying the soup bowl to feed him to drink.

After a sip, Xia Hua's face changed slightly.

Suddenly, at the second moment, he found that he stopped drinking.

Xia Hua suddenly turned to look at the housekeeper, opened his mouth and said a word.

The housekeeper can't react for a moment, but Yang Muya can understand at a glance.

He was asking the housekeeper: who made the soup?

Yang Muya's eyes suddenly become sour, biting his lips, and he didn't let himself make any sound.

Didn't he hate her?

Why is it that after more than 20 years, he still drinks the soup that she cooks at the first time, which is different from others?

"Mr. Xia, why don't you drink it? It's the taste of the soup. Don't you like it The nurse see tardy do not open mouth, just look at housekeeper of Xia Hua, cannot help but ask a way.

Smell speech, Yang Muya heart a tight, and raised his head, look at him.

Xia Hua did not seem to hear the nurse's words, just waiting for the housekeeper's reply.

The housekeeper didn't understand what he said at first, but later he also responded. He was standing there in a dilemma and didn't know whether to tell the truth or not.

"Bang --"

Yang Muya suddenly reached out and pushed the door open, sliding her wheelchair into the room. "The soup is made by me. If you don't like it, you can starve yourself to death. Yueyue is my daughter."

“……” The people in the ward, did not expect that Yang Muya would suddenly appear, were a little surprised.

The housekeeper was the first to regain consciousness and push the wheelchair for her. He pushed her to Xiahua's front and stopped.

"Give me the soup bowl." Yang Muya suddenly reached out to the nurse.

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