She opened the cabinet and found that Fu Chenyuan's kitchen was like a treasure chest, even containing food containers, the kind that were more Chinese in style and had multiple layers.

Several dishes and staple foods can be put in separately, and it also has a heat preservation function.

The food box was made of wood and was a bit heavy, but Jiang Wanning had been treated harshly by the Zhao family since childhood, which had also helped her develop strength.

Jiang Wanning took a relatively inconspicuous car key, went downstairs, and drove to the hospital.

She called Jiang Xinkai before going to the hospital and told him not to order takeout, as she would bring the food herself.

In the VIP ward, Jiang Wanning opened the food box and placed the plates on the table one by one. The dishes were all colorful, fragrant and delicious, with small portions but many varieties.

The porridge prepared for Xia Rushan was so cooked that even the rice oil was seeping out.

Seeing Jiang Wanning's busy figure, Jiang Xinkai came forward to help, surprised, then feeling sorry for her.

Zhao Xuenan has been pampered by them all these years, never lifting a finger to do anything.

Even after the family went bankrupt in the past two years, they still didn't let Zhao Xuenan do any housework; instead, the couple did everything themselves.

After Jiang Xinkai fed his wife some porridge, he sat down with Jiang Wanning to have lunch.

"Ningning, did you make all these dishes?"

Jiang Wanning nodded: "Yes, I made them all. Dad, why don't you try them and see how they taste?"

Jiang Xinkai took a bite, his eyes welled up with tears, and he kept praising how delicious it was.

"Once your mother is discharged from the hospital, you can try my cooking. I'll take care of the meals."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xinkai cautiously asked again, "You're with Shen Yuan, so you're the one cooking?"