Not long after Song Yan and Shen Ruomei arrived home, Commander Shen's bodyguard, Xiao Zhang, brought them several large bones.

Song Yan instructed Shen Ruomei to wash the bones and blanch them. Then Song Yan started stewing them.

The bone broth is simmering slowly over low heat.

Shen Ruomei began washing vegetables under Song Yan's direction.

Shen Ruomei: "Even if I don't tell you who the patient is, you can guess that they are not ordinary people."

If they like the soup you make, I really won't say it was made by you.

You don't regret it?

Song Yan: "If I have any trouble, I can just come to you directly, right? I don't need to get involved with anyone else, do I?"

Shen Ruomei: Yes, I have my father behind me.

"Grandma Qin hasn't been able to eat anything for several days. She vomits up most of her medicine, leaving very little." Shen Ruomei genuinely hoped the old woman could drink some soup.

The bone and bamboo fungus soup was ready by the afternoon.

Zhou Gang picked up Shen Ruomei in his car.

Song Yan asked Shen Ruomei to bring two servings of soup. Of course, the other one was for her and Shen Changchuan.

When Shen Ruomei entered the VIP ward, the old man was reading the newspaper to his wife!

"Hello Grandpa Nie, hello Grandma Qin," Shen Ruomei said.

"You've grown into a young lady, and you can even cook now?" The old commander said to Shen Ruomei with a smile.

Lately, the meals have been prepared in all sorts of different ways, but my wife can't eat a single bite. Countless people have wanted to bring her soup, but the old leader has refused them all.

Can Shen Ruomei's soup be better than a professional chef's?

Shen Changchuan said that when Shen Ruomei came to deliver soup, the old commander refused.

Shen Changchuan said that since Ruomei wanted to do something for Grandma Qin, let her give it a try. The old commander did not refuse.

"Grandma Qin, the soup I made is delicious. You should try some in a bit," Shen Ruomei said, taking out the earthenware pot.

The old lady was no longer talking; she gently shook her head.

Shen Ruomei genuinely thought the soup was exceptionally delicious. She also sincerely wanted the elderly person to have some.

Shen Ruomei opened the lid, and a fresh and fragrant aroma immediately filled the ward.

The old leader was surprised. Does it smell so good?

Shen Ruomei poured a small bowl of soup and stirred it gently with a spoon. The soup was still a little hot.

Grandma Qin was also attracted by the aroma, and she looked at the soup in Shen Ruomei's hand.

The old leader was genuinely pleased; the boss was showing interest in the food. He helped his wife sit up against him.

The old woman was already struggling to hold a spoon, so Shen Ruomei fed her.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls... and he actually drank the whole small bowl of soup.

Judging from this, I still want to drink.

Shen Ruomei recalled Song Yan's instructions. "Grandma Qin hasn't eaten for days. Let her drink this first, and then drink more later."

The elderly leader, being quite old, couldn't support his wife for long before he could no longer hold on. The family's caregiver, a middle-aged woman, quickly tucked a blanket behind Grandma Qin so she could lean on it.

The old leader was particularly pleased. "Ruomei, how did you make this soup? Teach Aunt Liu how."

Aunt Liu must be this service worker.

Shen Ruomei: It's no use teaching me. I've tried making soup myself following Song Yan's steps, but it never tastes the same.

“Actually, even with the same ingredients and the same steps, the soup may not taste the same,” Shen Ruomei said.

The old commander laughed heartily. "Afraid of having your skills stolen?"

Shen Ruomei: "No!" She was a little anxious, her face turning red. I can't even do this myself, how could I teach others?

The old leader hadn't smiled for a long time, and she thought Shen Ruomei was blushing with embarrassment.

The two of them chatted for a while, one sentence after the other.

Grandma Qin then gestured to Aunt Liu to serve her another bowl of soup.

Before long, Aunt Liu fed her a bowl of soup and also ate the bamboo fungus inside.

The old commander was overjoyed.

“There’s still a lot of soup left. We can use the bone broth to cook some noodles for Grandma Qin tomorrow morning. Cook them until they’re very soft, and maybe Grandma Qin will be able to eat them,” Shen Ruomei said, following Song Yan’s instructions.

"Okay, whatever you say." The old commander was extremely pleased...

When Shen Ruomei returned home, her father was waiting for her. Song Yan's soup was delicious, and Shen Changchuan hoped that the leader would drink some. To be honest, the chances were slim.

Before her father could ask Shen Ruomei, she excitedly said, "Dad, Grandma Qin drank two bowls of soup, two bowls!"

"Two bowls?" This was completely unexpected. Shen Changchuan sat up straight with excitement.

It would be wonderful if the elderly could suffer less.

Shen Changchuan relaxed his body and leaned back into the sofa.

Shen Changchuan's position no longer requires him to curry favor with anyone. As long as he works hard, no one can erase his achievements. However, where there are people, there is competition.

The old leader's affirmation is undoubtedly the greatest guarantee.

Is Song Yan helping himself, or helping Old Han?

Old Han definitely helped.

Shen Changchuan: "Does Song Yan really have to say that you made the soup?"

"Yes! Grandpa Nie even asked me to teach his household staff how to make soup. I don't even think the soup I make tastes good."

"It's going to be so hard to keep telling this lie!" Shen Ruomei said.

Shen Changchuan: The credit went to Ruomei, and Song Yan was also helping him. After all, Shen Qian's identity had not been publicly acknowledged.

"Dad, let's make noodles with bone broth tonight! I can make noodles."

…

Inside the VIP ward of the hospital.

A bowl of herbal medicine was placed in front of Grandma Qin.

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