The old lady chimed in, "Qing'er's massage is incredibly effective. I used to be even worse than you, vomiting up everything I ate. But after Qing'er massaged me, I was fine and drank two bowls of fish soup in one go."
Mrs. Allen was overjoyed. "Mom, let Ye give you a massage. You haven't eaten properly in so long."
Sang Wanhua nodded. She hadn't enjoyed delicious food for a long time. She could only manage to eat a little bit at each meal and relied on injections to supplement her nutrition most of the time.
Ye Qingqing asked the nurse to help support Sang Wanhua. Now that she was stronger, the massage was naturally more effective. Dr. Bruno stared intently, very interested in Ye Qingqing's technique.
After only fifteen minutes of massage, Sang Wanhua felt better and exclaimed in delight, "I really don't feel uncomfortable anymore, Hilda, can you get me a bowl of soup?"
"Please wait a little longer; you need to massage for another ten minutes for better results."
Ye Qingqing quickened her pace, continuously rubbing and tapping several acupoints on her back. Bruno and the others watched intently, unable to understand the underlying principles behind Ye Qingqing's actions.
Ten minutes later, Sang Wanhua's hunger intensified. Ye Qingqing wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "You can eat now, but don't eat too much, and don't eat anything spicy."
Sang Wanhua eagerly picked up the fish soup and took a delicious sip. The delicious fish soup made her want to cry. She hadn't had such a delicious soup in years. Fish abroad was either raw or grilled, and she felt like throwing up from eating it.
"It tastes so good... Food from my hometown is still the best. I need to eat a bowl of rice with some meat gravy."
Sang Wanhua was in high spirits. She scooped up some braised pork sauce and poured it over the rice, then mixed it. The bright red sauce soaked into the rice, making it look mouthwatering. Sang Wanhua picked up a piece of glistening red pork belly, took a bite, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and sighed with satisfaction.
"This is the taste I've always been able to make perfectly."
Sang Wanhua was a little embarrassed. She could learn anything easily, but she just couldn't learn cooking. Her terrible cooking was so bad that even a dog wouldn't eat it. As a result, Mrs. Allen had to take on the responsibility of the kitchen at a young age. However, she did develop good cooking skills. Moreover, with Sang Wanhua's guidance, Mrs. Allen figured out her own improved Chinese cuisine, which tasted pretty good.
It was through her excellent cooking skills that Mrs. Allen met her current husband. The saying "to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach" is absolutely true. Mr. Allen remains faithful to his wife to this day, coming home for dinner every day, making him a model husband.
After finishing a bowl of rice porridge with meat gravy, three pieces of braised pork, and a bowl of fish soup, Sang Wanhua was still not satisfied and wanted another bowl, but Ye Qingqing stopped her, saying, "Eat later, your stomach can't handle so much food at once."
"It's so delicious, sister-in-law... I suddenly don't want to die anymore. There's still so much delicious food I haven't eaten. It would be such a waste to die!" Sang Wanhua licked her lips. Stimulated by a bowl of rice soaked in meat gravy, her will to live grew stronger and stronger. Her spirits were also much stronger than when she first arrived, and her face glowed.
The old lady held her hand and said, "Then live well. We'll live together. When you get better, you can take me to see the world. I've never been far from home before!"
"Okay, let's travel around the world!"
Sang Wanhua also took the old lady's hand, glanced at Gu Nianci, and said with a pursed lip, "Bring her along too, to cook for us."
The old lady laughed heartily, "Great! The three of us will go together."
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