Since she had done something wrong, Han Ruochen quickly put on a flattering smile in the hope that nothing would go wrong. "Dad, drink this egg drop soup first. You can then eat the porridge later." She had no idea how her father had spent the last month, and Han Ruochen did not dare to give him anything that would be too hard on his stomach.
"Oh, it smells nice." Though Old Madam Han had brought him meals, Han Yichen was now used to Han Ruochen's cooking. Even though the food was delicious, he still missed Han Ruochen's cooking, and after a month of staying without Han Ruochen's meals, his originally better complexion under Han Ruochen's care had turned pale once again. Now he looked like a real patient.
