Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It was already early morning when we returned to the ward.

She walked the dozens of steps from the 18th floor to the 19th floor very slowly, as if she was stepping on a fork in the road with every step.

No matter where you go, there will be regrets.

The small glass on the door was clean and transparent. She looked through the glass at the stern face on the hospital bed.

This is the person who makes her most at ease in the world, because he has never left her since he was by her side when he was 20 years old.

Decades passed by quickly, and he went from a cold and stern young man who couldn't smile to a sexy middle-aged man with loving eyes; from standing behind her to walking slowly to her side step by step.

Sometimes, she would also think that someone in her life would leave her life, but she could not imagine Chen Fang leaving.

She has many, many things, but his life seems to only have three words: Song Weiyu.

The doorknob was cold, and the pause was long enough to slowly warm it up. She couldn't bear to let him go alone.

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The next day, Song Weiyu's eyes were a little blue, but he got up very early.

She glanced out the window and saw that the sun had not yet risen above the horizon. Maybe she didn't sleep at all last night.

I smeared a thick layer of eye cream on my eyes and got into the kitchen. While peeling the shrimp, I watched the instructional video on the screen.

She watched the video three times while peeling the shrimp, and she thought she was totally fine.

When I picked up the shovel, my head suddenly went blank. What should I do first?

Turn on the phone again, follow the steps to put the shrimp heads into the oil pan, stir-fry the red shrimp oil, then pour in the randomly chopped carrots and shiitake mushrooms, and toss it around...

Then pour the rice, add water and turn on low heat.

……

Chen Fang just leaned on the bedside with a slight smile and watched her busy in silence.

After the porridge was stewed, she started cooking again.

She was cutting and slicing, and then she suddenly stopped and looked up the recipe on her phone. Then she continued to chop the vegetables carefully, and then popped a strawberry into her mouth.

The years are quiet but busy.

But he was filled with joy.

More and more, he wanted to tie her to his side and take her with him wherever he went. Fu Haitang would not be able to snatch her away.

After working for a full hour, the sky was slightly bright, the porridge was ready, and I also made stir-fried bamboo shoots and pan-fried cod.

She looked at her handiwork and was very satisfied.

I put some in a disposable box and gave it to the nurse, who helped deliver it downstairs.

"Don't say it was made by me, just say it was hospital food."

Just as the nurse was about to deliver it, Song Weiyu added: "If he says he won't eat breakfast, just say he can't get the infusion without eating, and then just put it on his table."

The nurse nodded and ran to deliver it.

After Fu Haitang washed his face, he was fastening his watch. He lowered his eyes to look at the watch he had worn for 20 years, and suddenly licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Director Fu, I'm here to bring you the hospital breakfast. Open it and put it on your table. You can eat it while it's hot."

"I don't want breakfast, take it away." Fu Haitang glanced at it and had no appetite.

The little nurse froze and recited the text mechanically: "I won't be able to infuse today if I don't eat."

Then he opened the box, placed it on the table, and ran away.

If you can't get an infusion, you really have to eat. Fu Haitang glanced at the food on the table and frowned slightly.

Why is today's dish so simple? In the past, the breakfast provided by the hospital was nutritionally balanced, with at least five or six kinds.

If you look closely, today's dishes are not only simple, but they don't even have the basic taste, flavor, and color.

……

While holding up his shirt cuffs, he frowned at the porridge. Not to mention the large and small carrot pieces, he couldn't even pick out the shrimp threads.

The fried bamboo shoots next to it were not much better, cut into different lengths, as if they were being fed to ducks.

He stared at the poor cutter for a few seconds without moving, then sat on the edge of the sofa and picked up the spoon.

I took a sip of the porridge, and it tasted bland. I didn’t know if I forgot to add salt or if I didn’t add it on purpose. He picked up the shredded bamboo shoots with his chopsticks. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was shredded pickles.

A bite of porridge, a bite of pickles and shredded bamboo shoots, and another bite of pan-fried fish.

If you just looked at the casual smile on his lips, you would really think it was some delicious delicacy.

When Zhao Han came in with breakfast, Fu Haitang had already eaten half of it.

The bags she packed were all from time-honored restaurants in the capital. "Director Fu, I'm here to bring you breakfast...ah, what are you eating?"

Fu Haitang didn't even raise his eyes and continued to drink the porridge with shrimp thread.

"Dr. Fu, please stop eating the hospital food. It looks unpalatable. I have brought you more than ten kinds of breakfast." Before she could finish her words, food was placed on the table.

Then, she was going to throw the disposable bowl in Fu Haitang's hand.

"Don't touch."

Zhao Han stopped his hand in the air, feeling a little anxious after hearing the man's voice just now.

He pouted dissatisfiedly: "Dr. Fu~ I queued up to buy the shrimp dumplings for you early in the morning. You should try them."

"I have a small appetite, so I can only eat these in my hand. I can't eat anything else."