"Let's eat first."
Shen Lu sat down at the table. Wang Daguo asked curiously, "Boss Shen, aren't you eating with Fu Cheng today?"
Shen Lu ladled some porridge. "He has more check-ups to do, so he went to the hospital early this morning."
She had Ye Fan take him. She even packed breakfast for the two of them. 'I wonder if a big, rough guy like Ye Fan knows how to feed someone?'
At the hospital, Fu Cheng was in low spirits without Shen Lu by his side. While waiting for his next scan after the nurse drew his blood, Ye Fan was wolfing down breakfast.
To save time, Shen Lu had set a pot of eight-treasure porridge to cook the night before. In the morning, she steamed some scallion flower rolls. It was a simple but delicious meal.
Fu Cheng was hungry.
But Ye Fan showed no intention of feeding him breakfast. Of course, Fu Cheng didn't like being fed by people he wasn't familiar with anyway.
He slowly raised his left hand and held it out, palm up, toward Ye Fan.
