Regarding this, Mi Qilin could only sneer in her heart, she did not believe that Shui Yunmei sent a cooking maid out of kindness. But she didn't refuse either, just see the trick. She wanted to see if the servant girl was cooking for her sincerely or if she had other intentions.
Mi Qilin left the new maids, Yueya and Aloe, in the kitchen and asked them to oversee the renovation project. She took Lian Xin to visit Yuchi Yanning's yard.
Yuchi Yanning suffered from a strange disease, and she was awake only for a short time every day. Mi Qilin visited her several times, but every time it happened that she was in a coma. When Mi Qilin came this time, it happened that Yu Chi Yanning was awake and was having a meal served by the servant girl. She leaned weakly on the cushion, her eyes were half-downcast, obediently eating the liquid food fed to her by the servant girl.
Mi Qilin was not in a hurry to go in at the door. He looked at it silently for a while, and his nose felt sore. A beautiful young woman in her thirties couldn't even enjoy delicious food because of her frailty, so she could only eat liquid food that was easy to swallow and digest. I have taken the medicine for so many years, but it has no effect at all. I really don't know what went wrong.
"Oh" Mi Qilin couldn't help sighing when he saw Yuchi Yanning's fragile appearance, and the maid who was feeding her food only noticed her coming, and got up to salute.
"No need. Go down. I'll feed her." Saying this, Mi Qilin snatched the bowl from the servant girl's hand and sat on the side of the couch without any explanation.
Seeing that Mi Qilin had already sat down, the maid turned around and left without saying anything. Mi Qilin stirred the bowl with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Yuchi Yanning's mouth.
"Lin'er" Yuchi Yanning whispered Mi Qilin's nickname with trembling lips, Mi Qilin raised his eyes and looked at her, only to realize that her tears had already burst, and two lines of tears ran down her thin face Leave.
"Mother" Mi Qilin gave up feeding, put the bowl aside and took out a handkerchief to wipe Yuchi Yanning's tears. Seeing that her eyes were not only excited but also full of surprise and curiosity, he comforted her when he knew what she wanted to ask She said, "Mother, Lin'er's illness is cured, and she's no longer a fool. From now on, Lin'er will come to accompany you every day. Okay?"
Yuchi Yanning slowly stretched out her hand to hold Mi Qilin's arm that wiped her tears. This grip has already taken a lot of effort from her. Mi Qilin obviously felt her arm sink, she was so weak that she couldn't even support her own arm . He hurriedly grabbed her arm and held her hand instead.
"Mom, don't get excited. You can eat something first. I'll find a way to get you something nutritious to eat." Mi Qilin glared at the bowl of mixed soup, which was nothing more than some flour paste. I really don't know how the kitchen serves people. Needless to say, Shui Yunmei must have ordered it, how could she really want Yuchi Yanning to get better. "Mother, don't worry. Daddy will be back soon. When he comes back, no one in the house will dare to treat you like this."
Mi Xuezhou is coming back soon! This sentence was like a reassurance pill for Yuchi Yanning to calm down. She was so weak that she couldn't speak a complete sentence, so she could only increase the strength in her hand to express her mood.
"Mom, come and eat it quickly. Although it's not a good thing, it's better than nothing. Just make do with it. When the small kitchen in my yard is refurbished, I'll cook you nutritious chicken soup." Mi Qilin said. She was about to pick up the bowl of soup again, but she felt a tightness on her arms. She looked at Yuchi Yanning suspiciously, and saw her frowning slightly, shaking her head slightly, making a mouth shape, then slowly closing her eyes and falling asleep again. past
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