With more people eating, Gu Rongqi's cooking pressure naturally increased significantly.

It must have been specifically instructed by Gulubo that the aunt in charge of Gulubo's meals would not be in the kitchen while they were cooking.

So now only Cheng Qicai and Gu Rongqi are in the kitchen.

"You mean, isn't your dad afraid we'll hold a grudge and cook him undercooked green tomatoes or beans, or put a lot of chili peppers in his dishes...?"

Through the meals over the past two days, Cheng Qicai also learned that Gu Rongqi's family preferred a light diet.

Gu Rongqi chuckled softly, "It's alright, we're in the hospital anyway."

Cheng Qicai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and leaned closer, looking up at him, "What a filial son you are!"

Gu Rongqi did not refute Cheng Qicai's slander, but smiled and raised his wet hand to lightly flick her forehead.

Cheng Qicai's eyes widened, she covered her forehead, and shouted exaggeratedly, "You hit me! You actually hit me..."

Gu Rongqi looked down at her indulgently, "Shall I blow on it for you?"

"I don't need your fake kindness!" Cheng Qicai was still acting. She took a weak step back and quietly wiped the water on her forehead onto Gu Rongqi's clothes.

Gu Rongqi bent down slightly, pulled her hand to his forehead, and asked, "Then you'll hit me too?"

"Hehe..." Cheng Qicai immediately grinned, revealing her bright white teeth. She breathed on her bent middle finger and thumb, then flicked Gu Rongqi's forehead.

The posture was perfect, but the force was very gentle.

It's more like being gently stepped on by the paw pads of some small animal than described as a "bounce".

Their gazes locked, a sweet and lingering affection filling the air.

"Cough cough..." The coughing at the door interrupted the two people's struggle. "Brother, are you two cooking or dating?"

He saw everything that the young couple was doing as he walked over.

If they weren't interrupted soon, the two of them would start kissing.

He said that Cheng Qicai was getting bolder and bolder, and with his brother's indulgence, how could she not become even bolder?

Sigh, seeing the two of them so sweetly dating, he still felt quite melancholy.

Why is it so hard for me to meet someone I truly like in return?

Upon hearing Gu Liji's voice, Cheng Qicai distanced herself from Gu Rongqi.

"What brings you here?" Gu Rongqi's tone was a little cold.

"It's nothing. I was in my room with my uncle, and I was under a lot of pressure, so I came out to get some fresh air."

Cheng Qicai exposed him, "Brother Gu, you're just hiding here, aren't you?"

“You said the same thing this morning.” Gu Liji rolled his eyes.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, everything unspoken.

Gu Rong interrupted the two, "Now that you're out, either help out or get out of here."

With Gu Liji around, Gu Rongqi's aura wasn't as soft as when he was alone with Cheng Qicai, and his tone when speaking to him was also harsher.

Gu Liji hadn't noticed it before, but after learning that Gu Rongqi liked Cheng Qicai, he witnessed Gu Rongqi's double standards.

He didn't want to go back and stay with Guruber, so he said he would stay and help.

But his skill level was the same as Gu Rongqi's before he couldn't cook. Cheng Qicai told him it was like teaching a child who couldn't walk to run.

Cooking with him was just a complete mess, and he was eventually kicked out of the kitchen by Gu Rongqi.

Just as Cheng Qicai was cooking the meatball soup, she received news that Ms. Yun and the others had arrived.

She opened the door and saw them coming up in the elevator.

As soon as Ms. Yun opened the door, she looked around the ward and exclaimed, "Wow, the wards for rich people are really different from ours. They're even bigger than our homes."

Gu Lubo's ward is the most luxurious and top-notch ward in the hospital, complete with a study, kitchen, conference room, and more.

The decor is luxurious yet understated; compared to an ordinary home, it would be an understatement.

"By the way, Xiao Qi, which room is your dad in?" Ms. Yun asked Gu Rongqi with a smile.

"This way," Gu Rongqi said, leading the way.

"Dad, Qicai's parents are here." Gu Rongqi knocked twice at the door.

"Enter."

"Hello, antique! I am Qicai's father, Cheng Youyang." Mr. Cheng respectfully introduced to Gu Lubai, "This is my wife, Yun Beixiu. Here is a bouquet of flowers, wishing you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you. There's a sofa over there. Please sit down." Guruber said calmly.

Wu Wenwang, who was standing next to Mr. Cheng, reached out and took the flowers from his hand.

Ms. Yun and Mr. Cheng sat on the sofa on the left. Ms. Yun's loud voice rang out first, "Xiao Qi's dad, is your injury any better? Qi Cai too. Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had, we would have come to see you yesterday."

Gulubo's expression stiffened slightly for a moment before he calmly said, "I'm feeling better."

“These are persimmons from our own tree back home. Grandpa Qicai sent them over. Try them, they’re so sweet.” Ms. Yun enthusiastically showed them to Gu Lubo, and then handed the persimmons to Cheng Qicai, who was standing next to her. “Qicai, go wash some persimmons and bring them over for Xiaoqi’s dad to try.”

"Oh." Cheng Qicai carried the bag out.

"Xiao Qi's father..." Ms. Yun began, about to say something else.

“My name is Grubber, you can just call me by my name.” Grubber frowned; she really couldn’t stand how Ms. Yun addressed her.

"Oh, okay." Ms. Yun nodded.

Mr. Cheng smiled gently, “Antique, here are some other fruits we bought. We didn’t know what you liked, so we bought a little of everything. We also brought some wild mountain produce that Qicai’s grandfather sent over this time… We couldn’t think of anything else to give you, so we could only give you these. Please forgive us.”

"Okay, thank you." Gu Lubo glanced at the pile of things that Ms. Yun and her group had brought over. The packaging was quite exquisite; they must have been new gift boxes that had been repackaged.

Cheng Qicai came in after washing the persimmons. She handed the first persimmon to Gu Lubo, saying, "Uncle, here's a persimmon."

Gu Lubo reached out and took it.

Cheng Qicai then distributed the persimmons to the other people.

"Xiao Qi..." Ms. Yun almost blurted out the previous address, but after thinking for a moment, she decided to follow Mr. Cheng's address and say, "Antique, try this persimmon and see if it's sweet."

Gu Lubo stared at the bright yellow persimmon in his hand for a few seconds, then handed it to Wu Wenwang behind him.

The two looked at each other. Having been by Gu Lubo's side for many years, Wu Wenwang understood his meaning instantly with just one glance.

He smiled and said to Ms. Yun and the others, "I'm sorry, the doctor advised that since Gu Dong has a fracture, he can't eat persimmons, which are considered a cold-natured fruit."

"It's alright, it was our oversight," Mr. Cheng chuckled sheepishly.

"Uncle Wu, the soup outside should be ready. Let's eat." Gu Rongqi's eyes were dark.

Wu Wenwang went to see Gu Lubo, and only left after seeing him nod slightly.