"Our Zhai family doesn't need this. Don't take this job in the future. If you have the time, you might as well take a good rest."
Zhai Hua knew very well that once the mission came, the soldiers on the mission were not human beings, but machines. It was normal for them to be cold, hungry and sleepless.
So as long as there was time, Zhai Hua would relax as much as possible when he got home, let himself have a good rest, and conserve his physical strength and energy.
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
"It's good that you know what to do. I have something to do today, so I have to go out for a while." After giving instructions, Zhai Hua drank another bowl of fish soup, and then went back to the room to change clothes and get ready to go out.
"Zhai Hua." Before Zhai Hua went out, he was stopped by Zhai Sheng.
Zhai Hua's eyes flashed, and he looked at Zhai Sheng jokingly: "Why, do you still want me to say goodbye to you?"
"Zhai Hua, you've been going out a lot recently, and you have a lot of new clothes. When did you learn to wear a skirt?" Zhai Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhai Hua's skirt that was longer than the knee, and asked seriously.
"I'm a woman, what's so strange about wearing a skirt!" Zhai Hua blushed: "There's no time, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore, I'm leaving!"
After that, regardless of Zhai Sheng's reaction, Zhai Hua left the Zhai family as quickly as possible.
Zhai Sheng, this dead child, is not too sensitive!
"Dad, drink the soup." On the other side, Qiao Nan, who was in the hospital, poured out the fish soup and fed it to Qiao Dongliang bit by bit.
Almost immediately, the moment Qiao Nan poured out the fish soup, the ward, which was full of the smell of disinfectant, was immediately replaced by the tempting aroma of fish soup.
The patient praised: "Brother, your little lady's cooking skills are too good, this fish soup is so delicious." He has never smelled such a delicious fish soup since he was a child.
Shouldn't fish soup be light and tasteless, or is it too fishy?
"Do you want a bowl too?" Qiao Dongliang smiled proudly: "The food made by my Nan Nan is really delicious."
"No, this is made by your little lady for you." The patient smiled and refused, not daring to drink Qiao Dongliang's fish soup.
Living in the same ward, Ding Jiayi would often talk about money. The other patients also knew that the Qiao family was not doing well, so the little girl found a lot of good things to supplement Qiao Dongliang.
"Uncle, have a bowl." There was a lot of fish soup today. Qiao Nan poured a bowl and handed it to the patient next to Qiao Dongliang: "Uncle, try my cooking. Usually, you are the only one who chats with my dad to relieve his boredom."
The hospital in the late 1990s was not like the 21st century. Every ward was equipped with a TV for patients to relieve their boredom.
The patient was really tempted by the aroma of the fish soup. Qiao Nan brought the soup to him, so he didn't refuse: "Then uncle will shamelessly drink a bowl of your soup. Your dad and I are just keeping each other company. If it weren't for your dad, I would be too bored. Mm, this soup is really delicious and fragrant!"
The patient took a sip and his eyes lit up: "Little girl, where did you learn this skill? I think the chef in the restaurant near my hometown doesn't cook as well as you!" The patient gave Qiao Nan a thumbs up: "Brother, you are so lucky. This tastes good. You eat it at home. You'll have a better taste than those who eat out every day."
"Hehe." Qiao Dongliang, who had rarely eaten out, thought that the patient was saying this on purpose to coax Qiao Nan, so he just smiled and said nothing.
He didn't know how Nan Nan's cooking skills compared to those of the masters outside, but it was a fact that Nan Nan's food was delicious.
Qiao Zijin, who had been sitting on the side and stretched her neck to watch for a long time, swallowed her saliva. She was worried about how to open her mouth so that she could also drink a bowl of fish soup.
She didn't understand. Qiao Nan and her father both poured a bowl of fish soup for a stranger. She was their relative, so why didn't anyone think of pouring a bowl for her to taste?
"Nan Nan, why don't you drink a bowl yourself?" Qiao Dongliang drank a bowl of fish soup and felt comfortable all over.
"No." Qiao Nan shook her head: "Dad, drink more."
"Nan Nan, is there much fish soup left? If there is any left after Dad finishes, I will drink it, so that you don't have to carry it back and forth, which is so tiring." Qiao Nan didn't drink it, and Qiao Zijin said that she wanted to drink it.
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The three people in the ward were all speechless. Qiao Nan pursed her pale pink lips into a straight line, sighed, and said: "Thank you for your concern, but don't worry, there won't be any extra to take back."
She brought only three bowls in total.
Originally, she thought that fish soup didn't have much content, just water, and was worried that her father would drink too much water, so she brought about three bowls.
Just now, one bowl was given to Qiao Dongliang's fellow patient, which means there were only two bowls. In Qiao Dongliang's current condition, drinking two bowls of soup was nothing. Moreover, Qiao Nan was holding the second bowl Qiao Dongliang drank, so there was no extra.
Qiao Dongliang and the uncle in the bed next to him were both patients, so drinking fish soup was nothing.
Qiao Zijin, a healthy girl, was asked to share the fish soup with the patients. Qiao Nan was drunk just thinking about it.
Qiao Nan was speechless, but Qiao Dongliang felt a little embarrassed. The face that the younger daughter had fought for herself seemed to be completely destroyed by the words of the older daughter.
Qiao Dongliang's fellow patient was a little embarrassed, and always felt that the half of the soup left in the bowl was not good to drink or not to drink.
As soon as Qiao Dongliang's eldest daughter spoke, he always had the illusion that he was stealing other people's children's food.
"Dad, I have something to do today, so I have to go home early. I'll come to see you tomorrow." Qiao Nan packed up the bowl and thermos and hurried home.
"Okay, if you have something to do, go back quickly. You don't have to worry about Dad." The awkward atmosphere was broken, and Qiao Dongliang's expression eased. "
Dad, I don't have anything to do here. Why don't I go back with Nan Nan? It's only half a day, and my mom has to go to work and accompany you." Qiao Zijin stood up quickly.
During the half day she was with him in the hospital, Qiao Zijin was really bored. Qiao Dongliang and another patient chatted with him. The two of them were chatting enthusiastically and were as familiar as old friends. But Qiao Zijin had no interest in their conversation and could only sit there in a daze.
Especially when Qiao Zijin heard the two of them talking about how good Qiao Nan was, as if she had done something so bad, she felt uncomfortable.
Obviously, it was Qiao Nan who was resting and playing at home, and it was she who worked hard to accompany her father. Why did Qiao Nan get all the credit in the end? Only Qiao Nan was a good daughter, just because Qiao Nan gave her father a few meals?
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