"Our Zhai family is good at this. Don't take on this job in the future. If you have that time, you might as well take a good rest."
Zhai Hua knows very well that once the mission is completed, the soldiers performing the mission are not humans, but machines. It is normal to suffer from cold, hunger and not sleep.
So as long as he has time, Zhai Hua will try his best to relax as soon as he returns home, allowing himself to have a good rest and recuperate his physical strength and energy.
"Don't worry, I know it."
"As long as you know it, I have something to do today and I'm going out." After explaining, Zhai Hua drank another bowl of fish soup, then went back to the room, changed his clothes and got ready to go out.
"Zhai Hua." Zhai Hua was stopped by Zhai Sheng before he could go out.
Zhai Hua's eyes flashed and he looked at Zhai Sheng jokingly: "Why, do you still want me to say goodbye to you?"
"Zhai Hua, you have been going out a lot recently, and you have a lot of new clothes. When did you learn to wear skirts?" Zhai Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhai Hua's skirt that was longer than his knees, and asked seriously.
"I'm a woman, what's weird about wearing a skirt!" Zhai Hua blushed: "I don't have time, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore, I'm leaving!"
After saying that, regardless of Zhai Sheng's reaction, Zhai Hua left Zhai's house as quickly as possible.
Zhai Sheng, this dead kid, may not be too sensitive!
"Dad, drink the soup." On the other side, Qiao Nan, who was in the hospital, poured out the fish soup and fed it to Qiao Dongliang bit by bit.
Almost as soon as Qiao Nan poured out the fish soup, the ward that was filled with the smell of disinfectant was immediately replaced by the alluring aroma of fish soup.
The patient praised: "Brother, your little girl's craftsmanship is also very good. This fish soup is so fragrant." He has never smelled such fragrant fish soup in his whole life.
Shouldn't the fish soup be light and tasteless, or else will it be too fishy
"Would you like a bowl too?" Qiao Dongliang smiled proudly: "The food made by my Nannan is really delicious."
"No, this is what your little girl made specially for you." The patient smiled and refused, not having the nerve to drink Qiao Dongliang's fish soup.
Living in the same ward, I heard Ding Jiayi mentioning money from time to time. The patients also knew that the situation of the Qiao family seemed not to be good, and they also found a way for the little girl to find a lot of good things to supplement Qiao Dongliang.
"Uncle, have a bowl." There was a lot of fish soup today. Qiao Nan poured a bowl and gave it to the patient next door to Qiao Dongliang: "Uncle, try my cooking. Usually, I guess you are the only one accompanying me. My dad relieves his boredom by chatting.”
Hospitals in the late 1990s were not like the 21st century. Each ward was equipped with a TV for patients to relieve their boredom.
The patient was really greedy for the smell of the fish soup. Qiao Nan even brought the soup in front of him, and the patient did not refuse: "Then uncle will shamelessly drink a bowl of soup from you. Me and your dad, that's it." We keep each other company to relieve our boredom. Without your dad, I would be too idle. Hmm, this soup is really delicious, so fragrant!"
The patient took a sip and his eyes lit up: "Little girl, where did you learn this skill? I think the master chef at our restaurant doesn't even cook it as well as you!" The patient raised a stern tone towards Qiao Nan. A thumb: "Brother, you are lucky. This tastes good. If you eat it at home, it will taste better than those people who go out to restaurants every day."
"Hahaha." Qiao Dongliang, who had never eaten out much, thought the patient was deliberately saying this to coax Qiao Nan, so he smiled and said nothing.
He didn't know how Nan Nan's cooking skills compared with the master chefs outside, but it was a fact that the food Nan Nan cooked was delicious.
Qiao Zijin, who was sitting on the side and stretched his neck to watch for a long time, swallowed his saliva and was worried about how he could open his mouth to drink a bowl of fish soup.
She didn't understand. Qiao Nan and her father poured a bowl of fish soup for a stranger. She was their relative. Why didn't anyone think of pouring her a bowl and letting her try it
"Nan Nan, don't you want to drink a bowl?" Qiao Dongliang felt comfortable all over after a bowl of fish soup.
"No need." Qiao Nan shook her head: "Dad, drink more."
"Nan Nan, do you still have a lot of fish soup? If there is any left after dad drinks it, I'll drink it, so that you won't have to worry about bringing it with you." Qiao Nan didn't drink, and Qiao Zijin said that he I want to drink.
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The three people in the ward were speechless for a while. Qiao Nan pursed her pale pink lips into a straight line and sighed before saying, "Thank you for your concern, sister, but don't worry, I won't bring too much back."
What she brought over was only three bowls in total.
I originally thought that the fish soup had no content, just water. I was worried that her father would be full after drinking water, so I brought about three bowls.
A bowl was just given to Qiao Dongliang's patient. In other words, there were only two bowls. With Qiao Dongliang's current situation, drinking two bowls of soup was nothing at all. What's more, what Qiao Nan was holding was Qiao Dongliang's soup. After drinking the second bowl, there was still more.
Qiao Dongliang and the uncle in the bed next to him are both patients, so it's okay to drink fish soup.
Qiao Zijin was a healthy girl, but she had to share the fish soup with the patient. Thinking about it, Qiao Nan was very drunk.
Qiao Nan was speechless, but Qiao Dongliang felt a little embarrassed. The face that the younger daughter had fought for for herself seemed to have been completely destroyed by the eldest daughter's words.
Qiao Dongliang's patient was a little embarrassed. He always felt that the half of the soup left in the bowl was not good either if he drank it or not.
Whenever Qiao Dongliang's eldest daughter opens her mouth, he always has the illusion that she is robbing other children of food.
"Dad, I have something to do today and I have to go home early. I'll come see you tomorrow." Qiao Nan packed up the bowls and thermos bottles and hurried home.
"Okay, if you have anything, go back quickly. Dad, you don't have to worry." The awkward atmosphere was broken, and Qiao Dongliang's expression softened.
"Dad, I don't have anything to do here. Why don't I go back with Nan Nan? It'll only be half a day. My mother should go to work to accompany you." Qiao Zijin stood up quickly.
During the half-day in the hospital, Qiao Zijin was really bored to death. Qiao Dongliang also had a fellow patient chatting with him. The two of them had a great time chatting. Now they are as familiar with each other as if they were old friends for many years. But Qiao Dongliang Zijin was not interested in the conversation between the two and could only sit aside in a daze.
Especially when Qiao Zijin heard the two of them talking about how good Qiao Nan was, as if he was not doing well, Qiao Zijin felt uncomfortable.
Qiao Nan was obviously the one who rested and played at home, and she was the one who worked hard to stay with her father. Why did all the credit go to Qiao Nan in the end? Only Qiao Nan was a good daughter, just because of the few meals Qiao Nan gave her father