While Xiang Baobei was cooking, her face was full of worry, but she didn't show a trace of it.
What she didn't expect was that as she was about to finish cooking, Si Wuxie, who usually ignored everything like a dead man, entered the dining room and rolled up his sleeves to help serve dishes and set the table.
Seeing Si Wuxie finally move, Xiang Baobei's lips curled into a smile.
She thought, money is important, but it's not the most important thing; the important thing is that Si Wuxie is finally recovering, isn't he?
When Xiang Baobei was eating, unlike before—a small bite of rice with a large bite of vegetables—she took a large bite of rice with only a little bit of vegetables, thinking that if there was no money to buy food tomorrow, leftover vegetables could be saved.
