Song Chen took it and took out the food one by one.

Song Ye was about to sit up, but it hurt because of the pain in the wound, so Jiang Zhining quickly stopped him.

"Don't move. The anesthetic has worn off and it will be very painful now. Lie down and I will feed you." Jiang Zhining said truthfully.

Song Ye opened his mouth in astonishment and quickly shook his head: "No, it's okay, I can do it myself."

He wanted to be a sensible son and not let Jiang Zhining suffer. That way, she wouldn't despise him.

"Be good and lie down nicely." Jiang Zhining would not tolerate any refusal.

"But……"

"Song Ye." Jiang Zhining looked serious, and Song Ye immediately stood still obediently.

"Tilt your head slightly to avoid choking." Jiang Zhining took out a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, blew it cool, and brought it to his mouth, "Eat slowly."

Tears glistened in Song Ye's eyes. He resisted the urge to cry and opened his mouth obediently.

"You just had surgery. Eat porridge for the next two days. I'll make you vegetable porridge tomorrow. When you feel better, I'll make you chicken soup. Later, drink some soy milk to prevent hunger."

Jiang Zhining didn't stop moving her hands as she spoke.

"Okay." While she wasn't paying attention, Song Ye quietly wiped away the tears from his eyes.

His mother is so nice.

After feeding him a bowl of porridge, Jiang Zhining stood up and said, "I'll go ask the doctor if there's anything else I need to pay attention to."

Looking at her back with longing, Song Ye retracted his gaze for a long time and looked at Song Chen: "Brother, I am so happy that mom took care of me when I was sick."

Seeing the tears on his face, Song Chen wiped them away for him: "Little crybaby."

He did not deny his words.