In the hospital room, He Songzhi and Rong Jiazze were discussing something, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Jiang Gujun set up a small round table and helped to take out the dishes. Smelling the familiar aroma, his eyes widened for a moment, surprised, "Huh, did Mr. Su cook this meal today?"
His nose inherited from the Jiang Family makes him very sensitive to scents, and having eaten Bai Su's cooking before, Bai Su would always add a bit more of a certain seasoning, which he remembered by smell.
Mainly because Bai Su's cooking is too delicious.
Jiang Gujun's eyes lit up.
He Songzhi turned to Bai Su, speaking gently, "Young Su can cook as well, there aren't many young men who can cook nowadays."
Bai Su raised an eyebrow, smiling modestly and warmly, "Just a little bit, Auntie can taste it later. If you have anything you want to eat, just let me know, and I'll make it for you."
He Songzhi nodded, "Okay, thank you very much, Young Su."
