Lu Mingfei watched her eat with a satisfied look, smiling with two small dimples.
Actually, the breakfast he made was just extremely ordinary, perhaps even unremarkable compared to what she had at the Zhuo Family.
He couldn't understand what Zhuo Anan was thinking, to look so happy?
An An was full, glanced at Lu Mingfei, "Are you full? There's a lot left."
The portion Lu Mingfei made was ample; she was almost stuffed.
"Hmm, how about we pack it up for them?"
"Sure, these definitely taste better than what you buy outside. Let's pack them all."
A big pot of porridge was brewed, An An thought Zhuo Feng and Uncle Hu could have some.
They came with her here, probably not used to the food here either.
And Aunt Qiao and Uncle Feng, they're also in the hospital, so packing more wouldn't be wrong.
After packing, Lu Mingfei drove An An to the hospital.
Zhuo Feng had carefully tended to that poison insect all night, and the little creature seemed to have grown much stronger.
