Second watch.
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As soon as lunch was ready, Old Madam Zhou arranged for Wang Zhongliang to take it over, so when Chuxia and the others were eating, Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan were eating as well.
Old Master Zhao was staying in a single room. In the hospital room of about fifteen square meters, there was only a bed and a table, and several people sat around it eating together, which actually felt a bit like home.
Old Master Zhao, leaning against the hospital bed, could only look and not eat, involuntarily swallowing his saliva.
The old man was recovering quite well; aside from his body being less agile, everything else was not much different from before he got sick. Having not eaten properly for many days, the aroma inevitably made him crave.
When Chuxia and Zhou Mikang pushed the door open and came in, they happened to see the old man with his neck stretched out, looking longingly.
"Grandpa..." Chuxia amusedly sat beside the old man, "Want to eat?"
