Chapter 319 Acetic acid

Hurry up to the hospital, came to the door of the ward, knocked on the door, and it was Ma Zhao who came to open the door.

It turned out that Aunt Xian and Zhao had just finished dinner in the outer room

The door of the inner room was also open, and Amei was chatting and talking with Uncle Xian.

Aunt Xian’s attitude towards me now can be said to have made a 180-degree turn. When she saw me coming in, she stood up from the sofa and said politely to me: Dacong, please sit down!

As she said that, she walked into the inner room. I hurriedly placed the clay pot in my hand on the coffee table, and Ma Zhao also walked into the inner room.

After a while, Amei came out and she brought the door of the inner room.

She looked at me, then at the clay pot I placed on the coffee table, and whispered: Did you deliver it?

I nodded and said softly: Well, Amei, eat while it's hot

Amei looked at me again, her beautiful eyes were like fog and water, and her eyelids were still a little red, which made me feel very worried.

She looked at me and shook her head gently. My heart sank and asked: Amei, have you eaten?

She shook her head again and said: I'm not hungry

I had no choice but to laugh and said: If you are not hungry, then wait and eat later

Amei stopped talking, but turned around and walked into the bathroom

The facilities in and out of the jacket room of this high-ranking official ward are very complete and the area is also very large.

After a while, Amei came out of the bathroom. She washed her hands and her face. Her face looked whiter, but her eyelids became redder.

She sat on the sofa, lowered her head and thoughtful, without saying a word

The room was surprisingly quiet, and the slight conversation between Uncle Xian and Aunt Xian and Mom Zhao could also be vaguely heard.

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and immediately opened the bag after I came back, carried the clay pot out of the inside, put the bowl and spoon, unscrew the lid of the clay pot, and poured the bowl of chicken soup first.

I held the chicken soup with both hands and said: Amei, this is a domestically raised hen brought to her by a cousin in Nizi's hometown. The chicken soup is very nourishing. You can drink it while it is hot!

I said and handed it to her. She glanced at me, took it with both hands, placed it on the coffee table, and slowly drank it with spoonfuls of spoonfuls at a time.

Seeing her drinking spoonful of steaming chicken soup, my heart was sweeter than honey.

I couldn't help but pray: Let her drink more, make her fat as soon as possible and return to what she used to be!

I prayed so much in my heart, and for some reason, a great sadness surged into my heart

I know I can't say anything to Amei now. As long as I open my mouth, not only will I feel sad and uncontrollably, but it is very likely that Amei will cry again.

Amei asked while drinking chicken soup: Have you eaten?

I wanted to nod and said I didn't eat it, but after a change of thought, I hurriedly said: I've eaten it

She was obviously stunned and looked up at me. Her familiar and gentle gaze seemed to be full of strangeness, which made my heart sink again. She lowered her head, held the spoon of chicken soup with her hands and stopped in the air. She suddenly sighed thoughtfully.

Although Amei and I were unable to finally get together, her smile could make my heart hot. Similarly, her sigh could make my heart chill.

She said quietly again: I thought you didn't eat, but I didn't expect you to have eaten

She said and smiled bitterly, and said softly to herself: I should have thought that you should come here after dinner with Nizi at home.

The tone is full of acyl acid

Now I want to raise my hand and slap myself a few times. I obviously haven't eaten, but I say I have eaten. But I ended up being backfiring, making Amei sad again

Although she sat there quietly, the deep sense of loss on her body came towards me like a huge wave. She looked very lonely and even more delicate.

This made me even more angry and wanted to tell her the truth, but she accelerated the soup. Soon, she finished the bowl of chicken soup, put the spoon in an empty bowl, pushed it aside, and said softly: I'm finished, you go back!

I asked with a heart-wrenching question: What? You finished eating now?

Well, I'm not hungry at all

Have a bowl of chicken soup finished?

She nodded

How can that work?

You haven't eaten chicken yet

As I said, I opened the lid of the clay pot and prepared to pour some chicken and soup into the bowl, but she reached out to stop me and said: I really can't eat it

Amei, after Nizi got home, she was busy stewing chicken for you. After stewing, she immediately asked me to send it over, but you only drank one bowl of soup. How could that work?

I can't handle the job even if I go back

When Amei heard this, she pursed her lips tightly. Grandma, I know her so well. She is the prelude to crying again. I hurriedly stopped and didn't dare to look at her.

She said again: I can't eat it myself, my mother and Zhao's mother have had supper too.

After she finished speaking, she said softly: Put it here first, eat when I am hungry, go back

I asked sadly: Amei, can you not eat it yourself?

She had no choice but to nod and I immediately said: I'll eat with you.

She was stunned and asked: Haven’t you eaten?

After Nizi finished stewing, she immediately chased me to deliver it. Where can I go to eat?