(1v1 • Military Marriage • Transmigration into a Book • Alternate 1970s Era • Magical Space • Self-Reliance • Sweet Romance • Warm Daily Life)
Jiang Yule, a wealthy heiress who ...
"Will it be too hard..."
"How could that be? I'm so happy to see my wife every day."
Jiang Yule looked at Mu Chuan, and her heart couldn't help but warm up. She pulled his fingers and played with them, "Then we will live over there in the courtyard."
"Okay! Tomorrow when I can get out of bed, I'll call home and ask my parents to find someone to fix it. I'll go back and buy the rest later. Just follow your preferences."
"Okay." Jiang Yule nodded without objection. This recognition made Mu Chuan feel very happy.
The two chatted for a long time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be calmed down until he went to bed.
The next morning, Jiang Yule got up early, washed and dressed, and after tidying up everything, he personally gave Mu Chuan an IV, and then took the nurse to make rounds.
After the ward rounds, Jiang Yule took the millet porridge cooked by Aunt Chunmei from the cafeteria back to the ward. The millet porridge was very thick and looked very nice in its yellow color. Jiang Yule poured a bowl for himself and Mu Chuan respectively. There was still enough for two or three people in the thermos bucket, so he took the thermos bucket to the next room.
"Old leader, Aunt Fang, have you had breakfast? Old leader can drink some liquid food today. This is the millet porridge I asked the aunt in the cafeteria to cook this morning. There is still a lot. You can drink some too."
"Hey, Yule, come in quickly. Thank you so much for taking care of these things." Fang Nian stood up from the chair beside the bed and pulled Jiang Yule into the room with a smile.
"It's okay. Mu Chuan needs to eat too. I asked the aunt in the cafeteria to make some more."
"Is the boy feeling better?" Mr. Fang, who had been silent all this time, asked awkwardly.
"He's much better. Young people recover faster. Old Chief, you should take care of yourself. If you feel unwell, call me. I'll be next door these days."
"Call me grandpa, old chief, old chief. It sounds strange. You saved my life. If you don't mind my nagging, I am your real grandpa."