...
The car finally arrived at the hospital.
The doctor treated Jian Yufei, and after a busy session, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
Jian Yufei and Ruan Tianling had not eaten breakfast, and both were a bit hungry.
Ruan's mother took the two children to a nearby restaurant for a meal, then packed a portion for them.
"Mommy, I ordered your meals for you. There's your favorite century egg and lean pork congee, as well as crystal steamed dumplings and seaweed bone soup."
Ansel came in carrying the food and proudly told her.
Jian Yufei looked at him dotingly, "Thank you, sweetheart."
Ansel glanced at Ruan Tianling, "Daddy's meals were ordered randomly. Daddy, your skin is thick and rough, I guess you can eat anything without a problem."
Ruan Tianling: "..."
Jian Yufei chuckled, "Ansel, don't misuse idioms."
"It means the same thing anyway."
The little guy was still holding a grudge against Ruan Tianling for injuring his mommy.
