He warned, "Si Yu, I'm about to be a married man, you better not cause any trouble for me."
"Depends on how you behave." Mo Siyu extended his long arm and snatched the food Tang Mingli was holding.
Opening the lunch box, the aroma of the dishes inside wafted out. They were just ordinary dishes, but after going through Tang Yue's hands, they seemed even more delicious.
The green bok choy looked tasty.
There were also stir-fried yam and green pepper pork stir-fry.
"Xiao Yue's cooking skills are really good." Tang Mingli looked at the food and immediately stopped minding Mo Siyu. He took out another soup container; today's meal was yellow catfish stewed with tofu, the milky fish soup was fragrantly overflowing.
In the hospital room, such a miraculous scene unfolded, with Tang Mingli and Mo Siyu eating until the end, barely stopping short of fighting.
They finished the meal, the dishes, and almost gnawed the fishbones clean.
