The old lady glanced, "there are three more, open them and have a look."

Lu Nian immediately opened it and found that it happened to be two fried vegetables and a bowl of pigeon soup.

"Give Jing Yan the soup first." The old lady took a fancy to the bowl of pigeon soup at a glance. "Drink soup first, and then some porridge."

"Hey." Lu Nian took the empty packing box aside, filled half a bowl of soup and walked to the bedside.

Seeing Fu Jingyan sitting at the head of the bed, his small face was pale, and he looked wilting.

"Young master, come and have some soup." Deer read to the bedside to sit down, carefully feed Fu Jingyan, "be careful of scalding."

Fu Jingyan smelled the taste of pigeon soup and vaguely felt that it was very similar to what he had eaten before.

The mouth, which was originally tight and hesitant to open, slowly opened.

One mouthful into the mouth, found that the taste is exactly the same.

"Still... Want..." Fu Jingyan said hoarsely.

The old lady stood by the edge of the bed.

Originally nervous, after hearing Fu Jingyan\'s words, his face immediately showed a smile, "if you want to eat, eat more."

Fu Yunchen looked at this scene with a trace of surprise. At the same time, his mind was inexplicably associated with the picture when he saw Yan Shu holding Fu Jingyan in the hotel that day, and the \'senior\' of Xiao Luo in the back kitchen of the hotel.

"Jing Yan, have you ever had this soup before?" Fu Yunchen\'s intuition keenly caught a trace of abnormality.

The two adults in the ward were stunned when they heard the words.

Lu Nian glanced at the pigeon soup in his hand, and then looked at Fu Yunchen and the old lady.

Seeing that both of them were puzzled, Lu Nian looked at Fu Jingyan again, and the picture in his mind was the pigeon soup brought by Yan Shu before.

She looked carefully again and found that although there were some differences in the raw materials, the concentration of the soup seemed to be the same as before.

"This dish is packed from the Pearl Hotel?" The old lady seemed suspicious and wanted to reconfirm.

Fu Yunchen nodded, "if you don\'t believe it, turn around and ask the people in the hotel to adjust and monitor it for you."

After his words, Fu Yunchen immediately had an idea in his mind: "monitoring, yes, why didn\'t he think of it?"

Fu Jingyan listened to the conversation between the old lady and Lu Nian. He kept silent all the time and only bowed his head and drank soup.

At the same time, after making himself better in the hospital corridor, Fu Yunjian walked towards the door of the ward and put his injured hand into his trouser pocket.

When the man walked into the ward, he saw Lu Nian feeding Fu Jingyan and glanced at Fu Yunchen.

Fu Yunchen gave him a relieved look and sat down on the sofa.

When the old lady saw Fu Yunjian come in, her calm face immediately showed displeasure, "is the company finished?"

"Well," Fu Yunjian went to the table and glanced at the dishes on it, "are these dishes not suitable for Jing Yan now?"

"There are light ones in it, but those with strong taste don\'t dare to feed." Fu Yunchen was afraid of Fu Yunjian talking about himself. He first opened his mouth to explain, trying to save some images for himself.

Fu Yunjian looked in the direction he pointed, and just saw several fried vegetables and pigeon soup.

The man stared at the fried vegetables.

I just feel that the side dishes in the stir fried vegetables are particularly familiar. I seem to have seen them somewhere, but I can\'t remember them for the moment.

Fu Yunchen brought himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa with his legs folded. "Today, in the hotel, I saw the back kitchen busy like a war. You invited chef song of the hotel to your home. Why, the hotel won\'t arrange another one?"

"It\'s already been recruited by personnel." Fu Yun remonstrated faintly, looking at him with his hands in his pockets, "do you have a suitable candidate?"

"This is what you said. Don\'t look back. I\'ll arrange someone for you. You don\'t want it." When Fu Yunchen heard this, the corners of his eyebrows rose, and a little rustle flashed across his eyes.