Orange Flavored Popsicle

The next morning, Xue Yi Ming showed up at Yang Yun's ward with a cup of hot soy drink, porridge, and some fried dough.

Yang Yun frowned once he uncovered the lid. It was shredded chicken porridge again.

"What's with that look?" Xue Yi Ming frowned. "I was nice enough to come and bring you breakfast."

Yang Yun did not answer. He picked up the spoon and ate his porridge silently.

When Yang Yun did not answer, Xue Yi Ming stood up from his seat. He took one of the fried dough and took a bite. "So, how was last night? Did your wife come over to find you? Any progress yet?"

Yang Yun stared at Xue Yi Ming, as he began to think that his new friends now resembled those women who were eager to gossip. "She came here and delivered me some porridge. We chatted a little bit."

"Oh?" Xue Yi Ming sat on the edge of Yang Yun's bed. His expression showed that he was interested in listening. "What did you talk about?"

"You."