Report to Husband: Gao Leng's Wife Wants to Hug

It seems that Mr. Jiang hasn't eaten for a long time. The seemingly cheap and cheap breakfast in front of him looks so tempting in front of a hungry person.

"What stuffed buns?"

"Vegetarian... I don't know if it suits your taste."

Fang Yayan faced the man in front of him who seemed to have been rich and well-clothed all his life, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's silk. For the first time, he felt that even saying stuffed buns seemed so humble.

Mr. Jiang, who was sitting on the hospital bed, seemed to have bright eyes, and he couldn't stop sighing.

"It's been many years since I've eaten buns. Come on, little girl give me one."

Fang Yayan was very surprised by Mr. Jiang's words, how could rich people appreciate steamed stuffed buns?
Fang Yayan hesitantly handed the steamed stuffed bun in front of Mr. Jiang, and the delicious taste of Su Sanxian kept seducing Mr. Jiang's appetite.His stomach was empty, and he was already hungry and thirsty, so Mr. Jiang opened the plastic bag without saying a word.Bite down on the bun.

Fang Yayan was taken aback. The old man Jiang in front of him didn't have the image of a rich man at all. He swallowed a bun in two or three mouthfuls, and after eating, he picked up the paper towel on the table and wiped his mouth.

Raising his head, he realized that Fang Yayan was sitting opposite to him, and when people saw him eating like this, Mr. Jiang was a little embarrassed to get off the stage.

The gentleman put down the tissue and praised Fang Yayan repeatedly.

"I haven't eaten such delicious steamed stuffed buns for many years, little girl, please give me the address, and I'll be here in person."

"That... don't worry, I still have buns here, eat slowly and don't choke."

Fang Yayan stretched out his hand to pass another steamed stuffed bun, and Mr. Jiang readily accepted it.

The butler was carrying the black-bone chicken and soft-shelled turtle soup that had just been stewed by Jiang's nanny. He just walked to the door of the ward and saw Mr. Jiang and Fang Yayan chatting happily. He consciously sat outside in the waiting room and waited.

If the young master sees this now, perhaps, the gap between the two can be explained clearly.

"Looking at your current food intake, you don't look like a patient at all."

"Old, the children in the family are not up to date!"

"Where, for a successful person like you who has a successful career and a harmonious family, everything should go well, just look at it, and enjoy everything."

"Little girl, it would be great if there is a child like you in my family who can talk with me."

Fang Yayan blushed slightly after being praised, and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Before he knew it, he had chatted with the old man for so long, and he even forgot to make a ward round.

"Grandpa, I still have to go to the ward area to see patients, and I'll come to chat with you when I'm all right."

Mr. Jiang seemed to be opening his mind to Fang Yayan, and nodded energetically.

"Little girl, my surname is Jiang, so you can call me Uncle Jiang. Hurry up, I'll wait for you to accompany me to relieve boredom."

Fang Yayan responded, walked out of the ward, saw the housekeeper waiting outside, and smiled at him.

"Uncle Jiang is awake, you can visit him now."

The housekeeper nodded slightly, and pointed to the stewed black-bone chicken and turtle soup in his hand.

"Doctor Fang, try it too?"

Fang Yayan quickly refused: "No, I have eaten. I have something to do now, sorry."

The butler stood up gentlemanly, made a "please" gesture, and sent Fang Yayan out the door.

After Fang Yayan left, the butler walked into the ward carrying chicken soup. He must be in a good mood when he saw Mr. Jiang on the hospital bed watching TV and popping out a few ditties from time to time.

"Master, drink some of the chicken soup stewed at home."

"When your chicken soup arrives, I'll be dead. Fortunately, the little girl just sent me two buns, otherwise I would really starve to death~"

Mr. Jiang hummed a ditty.With his hands folded behind his head, the appearance of Erlang's legs crossed is somewhat similar to that of Jiang Chengyi.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Hey, it's my fault. Master, you are in a good mood now, and there will definitely be room for another chicken and duck in your stomach."

Mr. Jiang was already in a good mood, but with such a compliment from the housekeeper, his mood doubled.

"Do what?"

Mr. Jiang seemed to smell the aroma, and poked his head to ask the housekeeper.

"The black-bone chicken and turtle soup is specially made according to the master's taste, without adding any big ingredients, and boiled for several hours."

"Would you like to reward me with a taste?"

Mr. Jiang nodded, and was about to sit up. He supported himself with one hand with some difficulty, and dared not use too much force with the needle stuck in the back of the other hand.

Seeing this, the butler hurried forward to help, helped old man Jiang to sit up, and carefully picked up a pillow and put it on the back of old man Jiang's waist so that he could save a little strength on his waist when he could sit.

After finishing all this neatly, he opened the thermos bucket, and a scent of poultry and meat spread over the surface, which immediately whetted Mr. Jiang's appetite.

The butler took out the bowls and chopsticks specially used by Mr. Jiang, took a sip of the clear soup, and handed it to Mr. Jiang.

"You start with an appetizer."

Mr. Jiang put his nose above the bowl, and just smelled it lightly, a tempting smell went straight into his nose, along the respiratory tract and into the heart of the person.

Exhale lightly, brush off the heat from the soup, move your mouth to the edge of the bowl, and just sip it lightly. The aroma in this soup is invigorating, and the essence of all kinds of nourishing things are all melted in the soup. After drinking it in one gulp, the whole body, every pore, every inch of skin, every trace of blood is filled with warmth.

Mr. Jiang nodded in satisfaction, and handed the bowl to the housekeeper.

The butler leaned forward and asked, "Master, can you have some more?"

"kindness."

The butler then took out a few spoonfuls of soup from the insulated box, carefully skimmed off the supplements inside, leaving only the milkiest soup, put a few pieces of black-bone chicken in it, put it in a bowl, and slowly handed it to Mr. Jiang, Don't forget to say something.

"Master, be careful it's hot."

Mr. Jiang savored carefully, and suddenly sighed while drinking.

"Don't say anything about the hospitalization. If outsiders of the company hear about it, it will inevitably cause more trouble."

"Master, I have already ordered you to go down, you can rest assured to recuperate."

Mr. Jiang stopped suddenly, and handed the bowl in his hand to the housekeeper.

"Master, what is it?"

"You said why Cheng Yi didn't come to see me? Could it be that he is so unwilling to see me?"

"Master, the young master is young and energetic, and there are many things around me. If you meet, I will contact the young master."

"Forget it, if you don't have the heart, what are you forcing him to do!"

The butler knew that Mr. Jiang was only saying this verbally, but in fact he was eager to see Jiang Chengyi come to visit him.

In fact, Mr. Jiang is old after all, and he thinks like many old people in his heart. They all hope that their children can spend more time with him.After Mr. Jiang fell asleep, the butler broadcast Jiang Chengyi's call.