He is a great benefactor.

After returning home, I checked on Sun Tianliang's condition and found that his body temperature had indeed dropped a little after taking the antipyretic. Although it didn't drop much, it was good that there was a response.

Because Sun Tianliang carried the virus, Qiao He kept him in a separate place. When she went there herself, she would wear protective clothing, a mask, and gloves.

As for the kitten and Lin Qiao, they were naturally not allowed to get close.

That night, Qiao He made some liquid food for Bo Shiwu. It has to be said that the porridge Qiao He cooked was not very tasty. It was a little burnt at the bottom, so it had a faint burnt taste.

Bo Shiwu didn't care; he only cared that the porridge was cooked for him by Qiao He himself.

"Is it good?" Qiao He asked carefully as she fed him.

Actually, Qiao He can cook, but the food she makes is just so-so. It's barely edible, just cooked through. It won't kill you, but the taste is often disappointing.

There are many times when the chances of things going wrong are quite high, just like this bowl of porridge, which she accidentally burned while cooking.

Although not much of it was burnt, it still ruined the deliciousness of the porridge.

Qiao He didn't know what Bo Shiwu would say.

But the next second, she heard Bo Shiwu chuckle and say, "It's delicious, really."

Qiao He blushed and coughed lightly, "That's good..."

Qiao Yin and Qiao Fei, who had turned into cute little boys, simply couldn't stand it anymore.

He snatched the porridge from Qiao He's hand.

Qiao Fei hummed and said, "Okay, Mom, you're already very tired today. Go and rest. We'll feed him!"