Chapter 1921
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She recalled the last time she went to Song Ruixue's house and overheard their conversation. It seemed that Xu Baohan's family seemed to be well-off and his family had assets to inherit.
However, it didn't matter to her that his parents' money belonged to his parents. As long as she had money, that was enough.
Xu Baohan's house was quite clean, even the kitchen was very tidy. It seemed that he rarely cooked, but he still had all the kitchen utensils.
She made pigeon soup and stir-fried broccoli, then went up to get him some clothes to change into before rushing to the hospital.
When she arrived at the ward, the old lady next to her had arrived earlier than her. The old man was eating and the room was filled with the aroma of food. Xu Baohan was lying alone on the hospital bed, making An Lan feel very guilty. Look at how pitiful he was, she should have cooked faster.
"Young man, your girlfriend brought you food," the old lady reminded him with a smile.
Xu Baohan immediately opened his eyes and quickly put down the things in his hands. He went forward to shake his bed and placed a soft pillow behind him.
"An Lan, it's been hard on you," Xu Baohan said apologetically. "I'll cook for you for the rest of your life."
"But I didn't say that I would give you the rest of my life," An Lan added with a smile.
Xu Baohan's expression froze slightly and he said in a low voice, "It's okay, I can give you the rest of my life."
"…"
An Lan was more and more impressed by his eloquence. She smiled and handed the chopsticks to him. "I stewed half a chicken for you."
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes."
Xu Baohan removed the lid and the strong fragrance of chicken soup and medicine wafted over. The chicken soup was also golden yellow. His gaze softened and he finished the chicken soup and vegetables, not even leaving a piece of garlic behind.
"Did I … cook too little?" An Lan asked hesitantly. "I should have stewed the whole chicken."
"Enough." Xu Baohan nodded, his cold face revealing a warm expression. "I'm already very full. This is the first time you've cooked for me. I don't want to waste any of it, and … it's been a long time since someone has made soup for me."
An Lan thought about how his house was so big, but it was so cold and cheerless. Her heart ached slightly. Wasn't she the same? Occasionally, when she wanted to eat something to replenish her energy, she could only cook it herself. Looking at her colleagues in the law firm, their parents were all making thick soup for them.
"What a coincidence, I don't have anyone to make soup for me." An Lan smiled at him.
"I'll make soup for you when I'm better." Xu Baohan held her hand. "By the way, did you buy me a phone?"
"I'll buy it." An Lan took out the new phone. The back was green. "This is the latest model. It just went on the market last month. Chi Shengxu endorsed it. What do you think?"
"Why is the color so bright?" Xu Baohan frowned. He had never used such a bright color before.
"Is it glamorous? I think it's pretty," An Lan said. "It's very fashionable. I quite like it."
Xu Baohan was speechless. As long as she liked it, it was fine.
"Take a nap," he said suddenly. "You didn't seem to sleep well last night."
Not only did she not sleep well, she only slept at two in the morning. She had been busy since she woke up in the morning. On the way here just now, An Lan really wanted to doze off.
But when he saw the bed, he hesitated.
After all, they had turned off the lights last night, but it was broad daylight now. If someone came again, it would be quite embarrassing.
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