Song Moting quickly returned with a simple breakfast of soy milk and fried dough sticks. In this era, Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered where Song Moting managed to get such things.
It's impossible to find on the street.
No, wait! There is!
State-owned restaurants are still in business.
But Wu Fei couldn't eat.
A patient who just had surgery can't eat such greasy food, especially since she's just passed gas.
At most, Wu Fei could drink some water now. If she can eat later, it would be something like millet porridge or rice porridge.
Liquid food is most suitable for her recovery.
Smelling the aroma of food, Wu Fei turned her head and lay quietly on the bed without saying a word.
Song Moting wiped the soy milk stain from Jiang Xiaoxiao's mouth, "Eat slowly, don't rush. I just brought breakfast to He Aiguo, and Jia Shu is already awake. He Aiguo has helped her washed up. I bought Jia Shu some millet porridge; chicken soup will take too long.
