In the hospital's inpatient department.
Lin Ruoxi trotted into the hospital room, carrying a bowl of noodles.
Yu Minlan glanced at Xue Rui with envy. In the car on the way over, Lin Ruoxi had been constantly stirring the noodles, afraid they would clump together.
Xue Rui took the lunchbox and glanced inside. The noodles were unevenly thick, a clear sign that Lin Ruoxi had kneaded the dough herself. They were coated in a rich, thick sauce, with plenty of shredded pork and chili peppers.
"How thoughtful. You even mixed it for me," Xue Rui said, ruffling Lin Ruoxi's hair.
Lin Ruoxi beamed, looking at Xue Rui with an expectant expression.
"Where's yours?" Xue Rui asked.
The old lady's meals were prepared separately. Lin Ruoxi had to cater to two different tastes, so she always made several dishes.
To be honest, even after spending so much time with Lin Ruoxi, Xue Rui still didn't know what this girl liked to eat.
In Xue Rui's memory, Lin Ruoxi was never a picky eater.
