"Oh wow, that's the spirit!" The old lady gave him a thumbs-up and handed him a marinated egg, "Sick people need to replenish protein, this is for you. Take it to your future bride to nourish her!"
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After lying in the hospital room for a while, Zhou Jingwei returned.
The hot porridge was placed on the bedside cabinet, and Zhou Jingwei's slender fingers unwrapped the packaging. The sound of the delicate rustling plastic bag being opened surrounded him in the mundane world as he turned to ask if she preferred sweet or salty.
Cheng Weiyue said she liked it sweet.
Zhou Jingwei poured granulated sugar into the porridge and stirred it, the steam diffusing around.
"Have some porridge and rest a bit; there's nothing seriously wrong, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Zhou Jingwei blew on a spoonful of porridge to cool it and brought it to her lips.
"I can do it myself," Cheng Weiyue shrank her shoulders uncomfortably.