Krista's pov
When I walked to the coffee table and helped my Uncle serve Romeo food, I saw the picture on Cheney's mobile phone.
Turns out he was watching the surveillance.
Uncle said, "Cheney, Krista, let's eat together. I'll take care of the child."
He took out the children's food and brought it to the hospital bed.
I looked at Uncle. "Uncle, you go and eat first, I'll do it."
"No, I just ate a few mouthfuls. Go and eat. What time is it? You and Cheney should be hungry."
"Have you really eaten?"
"Don't worry, I can still lie to you."
I just came to the coffee table and sat down, ready to eat.
Cheney put his mobile phone aside and leaned over to me. "It smells good. It seems that Uncle not only has medical skills, but also cooks very well."