Tang Yuanxiao ate every last tangyuan in the bowl.
Lin Huanzhu probably knew Tang Yuanxiao had a good appetite. Even though it was just one bowl, it was a large enamel one, filled to the brim.
Besides the tangyuan, a large white egg was nestled at the bottom of the bowl.
The egg had been cooked right in the pot. It hadn't been stirred, so it came out perfectly whole.
The egg was also white. Other than being a little bigger than the tangyuan, it looked much the same.
Tang Yuanxiao only realized it was an egg after he took a bite. The egg was cooked just right—not too hard and not undercooked. It was delicious.
The sweet tangyuan were already filling on their own. After eating the whole bowlful, his entire body warmed up, and he was full.
Tang Yuanxiao drank all the broth too.
He drank every last drop. After finishing, he washed the bowl before taking it back to the hospital room.
Mrs. Tang had already changed her pants and was now sitting there, staring blankly into space.
