After Xia Ran took a shower, although her brain was very clear, her body was even weaker. She slowly walked out of the bathroom and Meng Meng, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly stepped forward to support her. Xia Ran didn't want to lie on the bed, so she sat on the sofa. As soon as she sat down, she smelled a light and familiar lemon fragrance. Her body stiffened and she reached out to touch the backrest of the sofa.

"Madam, you must be hungry. I've cooked porridge and you can try it." Aunt Li brought the porridge up at this time.

The porridge is of good color, but unfortunately the mushrooms, carrots and other auxiliary materials inside are very messy. Xia Ran picked up a blue and white porcelain spoon, scooped a spoon, and then stirred it gently for a while before she lowered her eyelids.

"Aunt Li, you probably didn't cook often at home in the past, right?"

"Ah?" Xia Ran said this suddenly. Aunt Li almost didn't come back to her senses. Meng Meng, who was standing next to her, gently touched her with her elbow and asked her to look at the porridge in the bowl. Aunt Li suddenly woke up.

"What my wife said is that my family is a chef. I don't think I'm doing it well, so he packs all three meals at home."

Aunt Li's words are half true and half false. Her husband is indeed a chef, but because he is doing it outside every day, he is willing to do everything when he comes home, but he is unwilling to cook.

Xia Ran still lowered her head and said nothing more. She still stirred the porridge that was not hot with a spoon. Aunt Li threw her eyes at Meng Meng if it was OK. Meng Meng nodded slightly. They thought Xia Ran could not see their little movements, but they didn't know that the coffee table made of pure crystal in front of the sofa reflected their eyes clearly.

"Aunt Li, did you take care of me and call Dr. Xu?" Xia Ran asked softly again.

"Yes, madam." Aunt Li responded quickly.

"Where is Rong Fan?" Xia Ran asked again.

"Sir...sir, he went to the company early in the morning." Aunt Li hesitated for a moment and answered according to Rong Fan's instructions.

bite!

As soon as Aunt Li finished speaking, Xia Ran threw the spoon in her hand and splashed the thick porridge into the porridge. The spoon hit the porcelain bowl. Even though the porridge was still crisp, Aunt Li was so scared that she held her breath.

Xia Ran leaned back and looked expressionless: "I have no appetite now and don't want to eat salty food. Go and ask the kitchen to make me some white rice porridge and don't put anything. I'm most tired of a bunch of messy things."

"Madam, this porridge..."

"Okay, I'll go and order the kitchen now."

Meng Meng suddenly felt that Xia Ran should know where the porridge came from. When she thought that the husband's fingers were twice as swollen because of the porridge, she felt that the husband felt a little aggrieved, so she wanted to explain to her, but Aunt Li pulled her: "Cleaning up the place quickly."

Meng Meng could only suppress her doubts, took a towel and wiped the million-dollar coffee table carefully without leaving any trace. After she finished all this, she found that Xia Ran was no longer on the sofa, but was sitting on the windowsill, holding her knees with her hands, pressing her chin against her knees, and staring out the window in a daze.

Meng Meng always knew that Xia Ran's eyes were beautiful. On the first day she came here, she saw Xia Ran standing on the spiral stairs, wearing a white embroidered golden butterfly cheongsam standing there. Her eyes were particularly indifferent as if they were inlaid with diamonds, but it made her look like an elf who had accidentally entered the world, so beautiful that it was suffocating.
Chapter completed!