He parted the straw and stared at the fattest old hen.

"Sorry, you'll have to feed a few hungry little ones tonight."

It was already dark when I got back to the hospital cafeteria.

He set up a small pot, fetched some water, and started a fire.

Once it's ready, take out the thermos you prepared beforehand, tighten the lid, and pick it up and go.

With steady steps and a clear goal.

On the third floor of the inpatient department, in the ward of Su Qingzhi's husband, Shen Zhiyu.

Su Qingzhi carried the food and slowly pushed open the door to the ward.

As I approached the door, I heard a burst of clear and cheerful laughter coming from inside the house.

Her heart softened slightly.

Zhenzhen wasn't shy at all. She sat facing Zhouzhou, holding a small, moving toy train in her hand.

The two had a great time, showing no signs of awkwardness between strangers.

She was about to step into the house when she suddenly caught a glimpse of someone standing at the end of the corridor.

She paused slightly, looked up, and saw Yang Wenlan.

Yang Wenlan was wearing a light gray trench coat, and her gaze was fixed on him.

She was startled and stopped in her tracks, not expecting Yang Wenlan to appear here at this time.

"Sister Wenlan."

Su Qingzhi took a few steps forward.

"Let's talk later, the kids are starving and waiting for food."

As she spoke, she raised the lunchbox in her hand to indicate that her hands were not free.

Yang Wenlan seemed to snap out of her thoughts.

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

Su Qingzhi smiled at her, then picked up the lunchbox and walked into the ward.

As soon as they entered, all three of them looked up at them.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Zhenzhen, stop playing and take your sister to wash her hands. Dinner is ready."

"Okay!"

Zhenzhen's voice should be clear and loud.