Zheng Jing bought breakfast and went into the ward. He gave PEI Xinhua the food and then took care of Zheng Lun.
Both of Zheng Lun's hands were injected with needles and she was also injected with fluid to detoxify. She couldn't eat by herself.
Zheng Jing didn't eat it himself, but picked out Zheng Lun's favorite food and fed her gently.
"Be careful, Lun Lun. It might burn your mouth."
"Oh, it's okay, brother. It's not hot anymore. The pumpkin congee you bought is delicious and sweet!"
"Silly girl, I specially asked the boss for rock sugar and put a few in it. Of course it's sweet."
"No wonder! You and mom both know that I like sweet congee, but how come I didn't notice if brother likes sweet congee?"
Zheng Jing laughed and said gently, "I'm fine with anything. It doesn't make a difference to me. You're the only one who's picky. Other than rock sugar, nothing else is fine with you. "
