Old Yang went to fetch hot water in the middle of the night and heard the cries of children from other hospital rooms.
Early the next morning, Old Yang brought some deep-fried dough sticks and the pig's trotter soup that Zhang Qiu'e made in the middle of the night.
Seeing Zhao Xiaoli eat so sweetly, Old Yang felt relieved. His wife's complexion had improved significantly, and her spirits were good. That's good.
Last night, Jiang Xinyu made a pot of crucian carp soup. By morning, it had gelled into a jelly-like state.
"Old Wei, are you going to the city by bike to deliver it?"
"Sure, even if she hasn't given birth, they still need to eat."
"Then I'll make a few more pancakes, and with some cracklings, I'll make scallion pancakes."
"Even if the pancakes are delivered, they'll be cold."
Jiang Xinyu nodded in agreement, understanding the reasoning. However, they could be sent to the cafeteria to be reheated.
