"It's already so late. Save the trouble. How is your mom?" Zhai Yaohui asked.
Qiao Nan yawned once again. She then patted her face gently. "After I came, I let mom take two bowls of porridge and two rounds of medicine. At around six, seven o'clock in the evening, she seemed to be in quite good spirits. Tomorrow—no, when she wakes up today, she should recover a lot from her cold. Dad, wait a while. There is a lot of leftover porridge that I made for Mom. You can have them. It's better than going hungry."
It was one o'clock in the morning. Qiao Nan was feeling quite tired too. In the past, when she was in her own house, Qiao Nan would definitely not wake up during this time. She would be sleeping soundly.
As such, although Qiao Nan was awake, she was not willing to do anything too complicated as well. She thus scooped the porridge that was available for Zhai Yaohui.
