In one bowl were three dark, hard, rough, and cracked steamed buns that looked like they had been sitting for at least a day.

Howard had no doubt that it was hard enough to be used as a brick.

In the other bowl was a lump of grayish-yellow, thick, cold paste, with a few yellowed vegetable leaves floating on top, emitting a faint, unpleasant sour smell.

This is definitely not something newly made; it's more like a product of several meals of leftovers mixed together.

This is!

Howard had a bad feeling about it!

Mingzhao carried the two bowls back to Howard's bedside and calmly placed them on the bedside table, directly in Howard's line of sight.

The cold, hard bread and the foul-smelling mushy porridge formed a stark and cruel contrast with the clean white sheets in the ward and Howard's clean hospital gown.

“This one.” Mingzhao pointed to the hard steamed bun.

“And this too.” She pointed to the bowl of porridge.

Her voice remained flat, as if she were introducing two insignificant specimens: "I can't eat it."

Those few words, though seemingly casual, were like three cold awls, piercing deeply into Howard's heart!

This is what Gong Zhu brought back from the courtyard today. Huo Hua thought it contained some kind of nutritional supplement... but he didn't expect it...

An uncontrollable rage surged from the soles of Howard's feet to the top of his head! It burned so intensely that his wounds throbbed with pain!

What he perceived as "diligent and reliable," "taking care of others"... what he perceived as "reassuring"...

So this is what it is? Giving this to a young girl who is still growing, who has to use a lot of brainpower to read, write and draw every day, and who has just suffered a setback at the research institute?

No, I should say, these past few days since I went on my mission...

Mingzhao... this is what he ate?

"How dare she!"