When Amu heard that the food was going to be thrown on the roadside, he immediately felt reluctant. It would be such a shame if such delicious food was really thrown on the roadside.
"Don't throw it away, I'll eat it then." He quickly picked up the lunch box that was handed to him.
Seeing him eating, Jiang Shanshan smiled and opened another lunch box next to him. It contained chicken soup she had brought from the hotel.
If she remembered correctly, the restaurant used to be famous for making soup with its own free-range chicken.
She had eaten there several times and found the soup to be very fresh and delicious.
"I'll feed you soup, don't move." She scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to Ali's mouth.
Ali was so greedy for the chicken soup that she swallowed quickly, then took a sip impatiently.
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had had chicken soup.
It seemed that she had drunk chicken soup when her father was alive, but since her father passed away, the family became poor and she never had the chance to drink chicken soup again.
"Is it hot?" Jiang Shanshan asked nervously when he saw her in a daze after taking a sip.
Ali came back to her senses, shook her head and smiled at her, "It's not hot, it tastes good, thank you Sister Shanshan."
Looking at her understanding smile, Jiang Shanshan touched her head distressedly and said, "You're welcome. As long as you get better soon, that's all that matters."
Just then, an old woman came over to their bed, pointed at Jiang Shanshan and asked arrogantly, "Comrade, do you have any more of this soup? Sell me some and I'll pay."
Jiang Shanshan glanced at her face, which looked as if she was very great, and replied in a light tone, "Sorry, I don't sell this soup. I only brought enough for my sister."
At this time, the little boy in the last bed in the ward was lying on the bed, banging his feet against the bed, crying loudly, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I want to eat this soup, Grandma, please bring me this soup quickly, I want to drink it."
When the old woman heard her grandson crying, she felt so distressed that she immediately turned around and begged him, "Good boy, please stop crying, okay? Your crying is hurting my heart."
"Grandma, please bring me some soup quickly, otherwise I will jump out of this window and die." The little boy looked only about seven or eight years old.
"No, grandma's sweetheart, just be obedient and I'll bring you some soup right away."
After coaxing her grandson, the old woman turned around with a self-righteous expression on her face again, "Is this money enough?"
She threw about five or six pieces of loose change on the bed.
Jiang Shanshan took a look at the money, sneered, and said to her coldly, "Give me your money. I don't want your money."
The old woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect that there would be stupid people in this world who didn't like money.
"Look carefully, this is money. You must have never seen so much money. I tell you, as long as you give this chicken soup to my grandson, the money will be yours." The old woman said smugly, pointing at the money.
Jiang Shanshan glanced at the change she was pointing at and reached out to grab it.
When the old woman saw her going to get the money, she subconsciously thought that this woman must have been tempted by her money.
She knew that there was no one in this world who didn't like money.
Just when she was feeling proud, the stack of money she had thrown away suddenly returned to her hand.
"You..." Seeing that she just returned the money to her like that, the old woman looked at her in disbelief.
Is there really someone in this world who doesn't like money?
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