Lying in the hospital bed, Zhao Xiaogui, praised by his own sister, immediately said, "Exactly, I am a real man. Some words are just spoken casually. I know how to care for my sister!"
His gaze turned seriously towards Xia Chuyi, "Sis, you don't have to prepare a full Manchu Han Imperial Feast, that would be too tiring. Just make the 'Eight Great Bowls' to satisfy my cravings."
Everyone: ...
What a foodie of a man!
Overall, once Zhao Xiaogui woke up, Xia Chuyi truly felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
Because she had to go back to cook, she finally bid farewell reluctantly.
"Big sis, go back quickly, make me some delicious soup and bring it over. Remember, it should be nutritious and tasty!" Zhao Xiaogui, taking advantage of his patient privileges, happily shooed her away while making requests.
"Zhao Xiaogui!" Aunt Xia couldn't help but scold her son.
Xia Chuyi found it amusing and laughed, "Alright, got it!"
