Cha Qing Luo heard Nan jiateng's words and smiled,""Okay, okay, okay. I'll listen to whatever you say. I don't eat snacks except for my three meals a day."
Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qing Luo's obedient appearance and his heart softened. He loved her so much that he couldn't do anything to her.
"I know you're hungry sometimes and want to eat something," Nan jiateng said in a soft and clear voice."I'll cook you some porridge at home in the future. If you're hungry, you can have some millet porridge. It's good for your stomach, okay?"
"Alright," he said.
As Cha Qing Luo spoke, she snuggled into Nan jiateng's arms and hugged him tightly.
Nan jiateng gently patted Cha Qingluo's back and coaxed her gently,"you've just woken up and don't have much strength. Have some millet porridge first, then I'll settle the discharge procedures for you and take you home."
"Yes."
As he spoke, Nan jiateng put down Cha Qing Luo and got up to prepare millet porridge for her.