"No, that notebook is meant to be disposed of as trash." Lu Zhiwei opened the lunchbox, and the fragrant aroma of the food immediately whetted the old lady's appetite.
The old man stopped worrying about the notebook and focused on enjoying his meal, constantly praising her cooking skills.
"Grandma likes to eat it, so I often make it for you."
As the old lady ate, tears streamed down her face. "I never thought that I could enjoy the blessings of my granddaughter in my old age. My life has not been in vain."
...
In another ward on the third floor.
Zhou Yan brought a food box into the ward.
Ruan Qin, who was sitting leaning against the headboard, thought that her son had made it for her and snatched it away, saying, "My son has become so successful. He even knows how to cook for his mother now."
Zhou Yan reached out to take it back, but seeing that she had already opened the lid and started eating, he had no choice but to silently shut his mouth.
"How's the cooking?" Zhou Yan asked, looking at the delicious-looking corn and shrimp rice in the lunchbox, topped with a layer of sweet and sour pork ribs. The aroma was enticing.
Ruan Qin scooped up a spoonful of rice and handed it to him: "Want to try some?"
Zhou Yan did not open his mouth.
"Hmph, you're looking down on your mom. It's such a shame that someone can't have such delicious fried rice," Ruan Qin teased Zhou Yan deliberately.
Actually, she knew it wasn't her precious son who made this meal the moment she took her first bite.
His mind is never on food; he can't create such delicious dishes.
And she just noticed the logo on the lunchbox.
This meal must have been prepared by one of the daughters of the Lu family.
"I'll have another chance to eat it in the future." As long as... he continues to play his role well, as long as the film he's working on hasn't finished shooting yet.
"Your father intends to arrange a marriage between you and the Lu family's daughter. What do you think about this?" After finishing the lunchbox, Ruan Qin put it down and wiped her mouth with a tissue.
"I cannot be his tool for a political marriage. I will make my own decisions about my marriage." Zhou Yan sat upright in the sofa chair, her attitude assertive.
“But… Mom still wants to eat fried rice like this before she dies.” Ruan Qin picked up the empty lunchbox, swallowed, and seemed not to have eaten enough.
Zhou Yan chuckled: "Then I'll give it a try. Consider it as satisfying your appetite."
"Really? Just for me?" Ruan Qin's face was filled with an expression that seemed to see through everything.
After asking the nurse, Lu Jingyao confirmed the ward where Ruan Qin was staying.
He knocked on the ward door with the gift box in his hand.
The knocking interrupted the warmth in the ward, and Zhou Yan walked toward the door with a cold face.
The door was pulled open from the inside.
An extremely ugly face appeared in front of Lu Jingyao.
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