Ye Qichi glanced at the breakfast, which was also mainly plain porridge.
There were also some pickles and stuffed buns.
At this time, what really needed to be supplemented was protein.
Eggs and milk were a must.
Ye Qichi, pondering over some matters, distributed the breakfast to others, insisting that they must eat it.
She carried a serving to Pang Yuehuan.
The frail Pang Yuehuan weakly leaned into Ye Qichi's embrace, opened her eyes, and murmured, "I miss my daddy, miss my mommy..."
As she spoke, she began to sob.
These past two months must have been excruciating for the little girl, who was only 7 or 8 years old.
Ye Qichi comforted her, "If you are a good girl and eat your food, I promise you'll see your daddy and mommy in three days."
"Really?" Pang Yuehuan was somewhat skeptical.
When she first came here, that's what they all said too — that she could see her parents once she recovered from her illness. But a long time had passed, and her illness hadn't improved.
