"Not hungry."
Rong Yan didn't know what she should do again, and after standing still for a moment, she thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to drink some more water?"
She saw the person on the hospital bed hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, held the cup, brought it to her lips, and after feeding her some water, used a tissue to wipe her mouth.
Trying to make conversation, she said, "Tomorrow, after Little Baby finishes school, I'll bring him over to see you. He recently learned how to make dumplings, we even made some together yesterday. When you're feeling better, he and I will bring some to the hospital for you to try his handiwork."
"Oh right, he started first grade, and tomorrow their class has an assessment test, I wonder if he'll do well, maybe even take first place. He was placed in a gifted class during the entrance test, and the principal said his IQ reached 198, though we're not sure if it's true or not..."
