After Zhao Siqing set the meal, Mrs. Huo began to move her chopsticks, eating slowly and tepidly.

From time to time, I have to be picky: "This soup is too light, and at first glance, it means that you are too lazy to stew and the heat is too short to taste." ”

Zhao Siqing said softly: "You are still sick, it is the stage of nourishing your body, and it is not good if the salt is too heavy." ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Huo was silent.

But it didn't take long for her to be critical again: "This stir-fried cauliflower has too much garlic, it's not good, I don't like to eat garlic." ”

"Actually, I don't like to eat it, but my mother always says that eating some garlic is good for your health." Zhao Siqing said softly.

"Yang Jingqiu?" Old Madam Huo asked with a frown.

"Yes." Zhao Siqing responded gently.

"Hmph, as soon as I heard it, I knew that she said such a substandard remark." As soon as Yang Jingqiu was mentioned, Old Madam Huo's eyes were full of disdain.

Zhao Siqing smiled and said softly: "Why don't you tell me what you like to eat, and I'll make it for you tomorrow." ”

Old Madam Huo glanced at her and snorted coldly: "I have to wait for tomorrow, don't you have to eat at noon and evening today?" ”

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but smile, only thinking that Old Madam Huo was actually a little cute when she spoke not so poisonously.

"Of course, I have to eat at noon and at night, but if I cook for you at home three times a day, I can't be here to take care of you, so I asked the chef at home to cook it for you at noon, and then I will send it to the hospital."

Old Madam Huo lowered her head and took a sip of soup, her expression eased a lot, and she couldn't see much dissatisfaction, but her tone was still not very good: "I see that you just want to be lazy, and you feel that it is troublesome to take care of me, so you refuse to do it yourself." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't fight with her, thinking that she was as happy as she was.

"So what do you want to eat tomorrow?" Zhao Siqing insisted, but he was not impatient at all.

"Well, braised pork ribs, crucian carp tofu soup, ......"

The old lady unceremoniously ordered a series of them, and Zhao Siqing wrote them down one by one, but she didn't plan to do them all.

Although the old lady is sick, her appetite is not affected at all, and it is still good.

If she made all the dishes she ordered, I am afraid that she would not have to sleep this night.

Seeing that she was silent, Old Madam Huo couldn't help frowning, looked up at Zhao Siqing and said in a deep voice, "Have you remembered?" ”

"Write it down, write it down." Zhao Siqing coaxed gently, sometimes feeling that Mrs. Huo was more like a child.

Old Madam Huo snorted coldly, but did not speak again.

Halfway through the meal, Old Madam Huo raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao Siqing and said, "Have you eaten?" ”

"After eating, Huo Jingchen warmed milk for me in the morning and made a sandwich." Zhao Siqing said softly.

Hearing this, Old Madam Huo became more and more dissatisfied, and couldn't help but say: "Hmph, you are blessed, I haven't enjoyed the things he made at such an old age, but you can eat enough all day long." ”

Hearing the dissatisfaction and extraneous meaning in the old lady's words, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel funny, looked at the old lady Huo's eyes and said softly: "Then I'll let him do it for you when I go back." ”

Old Madam Huo got a satisfactory answer, and her face softened a little.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyebrows were obviously a lot gentle, and he could see that he was in a good mood.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and then Mrs. Huo and Huo Pengpeng pushed the door in.

"Mom, I made you some breakfast...... Mrs. Huo said softly, and before she finished speaking, she saw Zhao Siqing sitting beside Mrs. Huo.