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Chapter 81: Let's have a meal together

"This hospital is great. Yamei is the only one living in such a big ward." Old Mrs. Shen looked around and praised.

"Mom, this is a single room. The hospital also has double and triple rooms." Song Chenghong stood up and said, "Mom, go over there and take a look at the child. He's so well-behaved."

Old Mrs. Shen didn't say anything more and ran to An Congfang to see the child.

Song Mengying took Zhou Cheng and carried two boxes into the ward. She said, "I've prepared some food for everyone. Let's eat it while it's hot." Then she said to Zhou Cheng, "Go and take your box to the doctors and nurses' office. They've worked hard, too. Let them have something hot to eat."

"Okay." Zhou Cheng carried the box out again.

Song Mengying placed the postpartum meal prepared for He Yamei on the small bedside table next to the hospital bed.

She didn't know how to make any special confinement meals, so she just picked some light dishes and made some for He Yamei.

One serving of stir-fried vegetables, one serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, one serving of braised pork liver, one serving of braised beef in soy sauce, and one serving of stir-fried shredded potatoes.

"Fourth sister-in-law, would you like noodles, steamed buns, or rice?" Song Mengying asked He Yamei.

He Yamei was half lying on the hospital bed, watching Song Mengying open the dishes one by one, and was a little stunned.

When Xu Tingting gave birth to little Niuniu, she heard that the most that Old Lady Shen prepared for her was three poached eggs. Now, not only did she go to the county hospital to give birth, but she also had such good meals?

"Little sister, don't bother. I have already had millet porridge in the morning." He Yamei said with a slightly red cheek.

"No, she's weak after giving birth, so she needs some nourishment. If she doesn't eat well and doesn't produce milk, little Jiale will starve." Song Mengying said.

He Yamei's eyes were a little red, and she turned her head to look at Song Chenghong.

Song Chenghong was also a little dumbfounded and said, "Little sister, you are exaggerating. Did you move your restaurant here this morning?"

"Fourth brother, what are you talking about? We didn't get a good rest the whole night, and we didn't eat this morning. It's so cold, I just want to get some food for everyone so they can feel more comfortable. Fourth brother, come and help, take down this box, and put the food on it. Everyone, eat whatever you want while it's hot."

As Song Mengying spoke, she took out boxes of noodles and several kinds of soups. She could choose the soup she wanted to eat and pour it over the noodles.

Originally everyone was embarrassed to go eat, but the aroma was so fragrant that it filled their noses, especially the old couple Zhang Jing'e and He Yongshan. They were very nervous when they returned home last night and did not sleep well the whole night. At 4:30 in the morning, Zhang Jing'e got up to cook millet porridge and did not stop until it was thick.

Until now, I have been staying in my daughter's ward without eating a single bite of food.

Now that the delicious food was placed in front of them, their mouths were watering. The two men who had originally wanted to give the Song family a warning looked at each other and shook their heads.

They both thought to themselves, isn't the Song family just a farming family in the village? Even if the second son works as a driver at the county post office, it's not a very outstanding family.