Gu Jia Ning was being fed porridge by Zhang Shuwan like this; her originally cold hands also gradually warmed up in the hot water bottle.
"By the way, Sister Shu Wan, why are you here? Don't forget, you're also pregnant." Moreover, Zhang Shuwan's belly was half a month ahead of hers; she was already three months pregnant with twins, and it was showing.
"Don't worry, I've got a sense of proportion. I just couldn't stop worrying about you, so I took the opportunity to come over..."
Through Zhang Shuwan's account, Gu Jia Ning learned that everyone had been involved in the rescue efforts in the past two days, and many people didn't even have time to eat.
Indeed, just this morning, the family quarters of the military district organized the military wives to donate some food to cook porridge and prepare small dishes, which were then delivered to the rescuers here. In such cold weather, a bowl of steaming hot porridge was the best.
"I donated some and came over with them."
