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Wen Xili frowned, didn't say a word, lowered his head and began to drink the light and tasteless chicken soup.

Although Mrs. Wen didn't say it, he also tasted it, and this pot of chicken soup is probably made by his mother herself.

Wen Xili drank it in one go, then pushed the bowl aside, and said lightly: "I didn't put salt." ”

Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took a spoon and tasted it herself.

When I tasted it, it was really light.

Glancing at her son's calm expression, Mrs. Wen couldn't help but say, "Why did you drink all the salt without putting it?" Mom can go back and make you a pot again. ”

Wen Xili: "Trouble. ”

Mrs. Wen glanced at him a few times, reached out and pinched her son's face, and said with a smile: "Hard mouth." ”

was pinched by his mother, Wen Xili was very calm, he yawned and pulled the quilt: "Sleep." ”

Mrs. Wen carefully packed up the tableware, she was pampered since she was a child, and she had never suffered anything else in her life except for production, and her five fingers did not touch the spring water.

For this son, she is a little guilty, and when she takes care of it, she becomes more and more hands-on, but she doesn't work often, she can't tell the difference between salt and sugar, and she can't eat the things she makes, but Wen Xili can eat it without blinking an eye.

Mrs. Wen cleaned up and said: "Jiujiu has had a little trouble in the company recently, and she is really busy, otherwise with her temperament, even if you ask for leave, you will come to see you." Xiaoli, don't be sad, she can come over to accompany you when the wine is over. ”

Wen Xili was too lazy to talk to her, but she just listened to her mother talk more and more outrageous, and finally couldn't help but blacken her face, raised her head and asked her mother: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Mrs. Wen blinked her eyes and said innocently, "Did Mom say anything just now?" ”

Wen Xili: "......"

This is a routine learned from ginger wine!

Wen Xili couldn't help but roll her eyes, lay on the bed, and pulled the quilt over her face, "Sleep." Don't bother me. ”

The family members couldn't stay in the sterile room, so Mrs. Wen packed up the dishes and went out.

She handed the thermos flask in her hand to the servant guarding outside the door, and then stood outside the glass wall and looked at her son, Wen Xili's operation was very successful, ginger wine's bone and marrow are very compatible with him, and now the total number of white blood cells has reached five hundred, and it will not be long before he can be transferred to the general ward.

After this operation, he can not be bothered by genetic diseases, and he can be like a normal person, and his life will not be dying because of a small wound.

Mrs. Wen looked at her with red circles for a long time, and then went downstairs with the servant.

*

Twenty days later, Wen Xili was transferred to a general ward.

He is recovering well and will be discharged from the hospital in three days.

Madame Wen came in with a bouquet of sunflowers and placed it on the windowsill.

Wen Xili leaned against the head of the bed, glanced at the bouquet of flowers, and frowned slightly.

Mrs. Wen saw it and asked, "Don't like it?" Let's put it first, this flower looks festive. ”

Wen Xili retracted his gaze, looked down at the iPad in his hand, and said coldly: "Whatever." ”

Mrs. Wen also knew that her son did not like this kind of flowers that were too colorful, and he hated vulgarity, but he was about to be discharged from the hospital, and on the day of the big day, the sunflowers were blooming happily, how suitable it was.

Mrs. Wen set up the flowers and brought a box of osmanthus cakes over, "Well, the wine was sent by someone, but my mother doesn't have it, you can take one and try it." ”

Wen Xili glanced at the outer packaging of the box of osmanthus cakes and recognized that it was a century-old store in Rongcheng, which only sold two hundred boxes a day, and ordinary people couldn't buy it.

He was not interested in this little dessert, pinched a piece and tasted it, and said, "You can eat it." ”

Mrs. Wen put the osmanthus cake back in the box, looked at her son's flat expression, and asked, "Xiaoli, do you want to drink?" ”