"I can have them send you ten sets to choose from," Mianmian said, finding Zhou Hao's attire a bit amusing, but as long as he liked it.
"Miss, shouldn't you send some food to your mother? Isn't she hungry?" Zhou Hao ordered wontons. He wasn't sure if others ate them, so he ordered three portions.
"Thank you, Zhou Hao. I'll send some to her in a bit." Jiang Mianmian was also worried about her mother being hungry.
"You don't need to be polite with me. You help me much more," Zhou Hao said, waving his hand shyly.
When the wontons arrived, Mianmian took a portion to her mother. As she entered the room, she saw Jiang Mi wiping away tears and quickly dried them when she heard the sound.
"Mom, my friend bought wontons. Would you like to have some?" Mianmian walked over, glanced at her father, and placed the wontons on the bedside table.
Jiang Mi shook her head. "Mom isn't hungry. You eat."
"Mom, I'm not very hungry either. How about we eat together? Okay?" Mianmian pulled over a chair, sat down, and held her mother's hand.
"Okay. How are you feeling now? Does your neck hurt?" Jiang Mi looked at her daughter's swollen and disfigured face with concern.
"It's okay. I can definitely eat. My friend bought fresh meat wontons, they're delicious." Mianmian brought the bowl over, nudged it with a spoon, and brought it to her mother's lips.
Jiang Mi looked at her daughter's expectant eyes and opened her mouth to eat.
Mianmian ate one herself. The wontons tasted good, but mother and daughter ate them as if they were chewing wax.
Thus, one for her, one for her mother, they finished a bowl of wontons. Just as Mianmian was about to ask her mother to drink the broth, a weak voice sounded beside them, "You're too much. You're eating such delicious food and not including me."
Mianmian looked towards the hospital bed in surprise and found that her father had opened his eyes at some point.
"Dad, you're awake!" Mianmian was so excited she was about to rush over.
Jiang Mi quickly pulled her back. "Don't touch him. He has wounds."
"I woke up a long time ago. I just couldn't open my eyes or speak, only smell the aroma of the wontons." Jiang Jingxiu wanted to laugh, but the pain from stretching his wound was too much.
"I'll call Jin Lan to check on you," Jiang Mi said immediately.
"And can you order another portion of wontons? I'm dying of cravings," Jiang Jingxiu said weakly.
"When you're better, you'll have plenty!" Jiang Mi said irritably.
Jiang Jingxiu couldn't help but laugh.
Jin Lan came in and examined him. "You're a tough guy. If that stab had been even slightly off, you'd be off to see the King of Hell."
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not willing to see the King of Hell. I have a wife and daughter at home. I'm a winner in life. I'm not willing to die. Hurry up and check on my precious daughter! Her face is so beaten up, will it be disfigured? And what about that lunatic Tang Xinran? Is she dead? If she's not dead, don't let her die! I want to kill her myself!" Jiang Jingxiu said anxiously.
"She's not dead. She definitely won't die. That would be too easy for her," Jin Lan agreed that she shouldn't die too quickly.
"Dad, that lunatic said you and she were childhood sweethearts, and then she snatched you away from a woman named Tang Yaqi. Your love triangle is too complicated," Mianmian immediately asked her father for confirmation, recalling the lunatic's words.
"She's talking nonsense! I don't know her at all. She's crazy, spouting gibberish!"
"Ah, it was all her fabrication?"
"It's not fabrication, it's her delusion. She has mental health issues," Jin Lan explained.