Momo's Gradual Change

C73. Night Talk on the Sickbed.

Chapter 73: Night Talk on the Sickbed

Startled by the thirty percent stake, Song Yimo forgot about the pain in her body. With a good grasp of mathematics and chemistry, she silently calculated how much these shares would be worth in ten years.

Honestly, it was a bit scary.

The more she thought about it, the more uncertain Song Yimo felt in her heart.

No one dislikes money, she was just an ordinary person, a person who had been tossed around by money for many years. Of course, she wanted to earn as much as possible.

But the money had to be earned by her own hands, not falling from the sky.

This made her very uneasy.

She also had another worry.

Having a big brother felt great. She felt the care from her big brother every day. But if this brother she had already accepted changed because of today's decision, became less caring towards her, or even...

Song Yimo got goosebumps all over her body.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Zhai Muyang opened a bottle of milk and handed it to her, noticing her change, he covered her chest with the blanket.

Song Yimo took the milk and drank slowly, shaking her head slightly.

Zhai Muyang didn't ask further, "Is your body feeling better now? Is the pain still severe?"

"Much better." Song Yimo said sincerely with a fake expression that anyone could see through, nodding seriously.

Zhai Muyang looked at his sister and found her both adorable and pitiable. Of course, he wouldn't expose her.

Around eleven o'clock, Miao Jun came back with a purple clay pot, a small one, still steaming when opened.

There were also several food boxes filled with dishes.

"This shop is quite famous, there are people who specially drive here to buy, I tried a bowl, indeed it doesn't have any chicken essence or MSG." Miao Jun said as he scooped out a bowl, filling the room with a delicious aroma.

Zhai Muyang took it, "Black chicken?"

"Yes, it's good for women, Yimo, drink it while it's hot."

It was actually quite early at this time, but Song Yimo obediently sat up and prepared to eat.

"Don't move, sit on the bed." Zhai Muyang stopped her, set up the tray on the bed, poured the soup, Miao Jun brought over the dishes and laid them out.

Song Yimo looked at the two men bustling around her, feeling pain all over her body but her heart was filled with happiness.

This, is really good.

"Miao Dad, Dage, let's eat together."

Zhai Muyang handed her the spoon that had been heated with hot water, and said to Miao Jun with a smile, "Uncle Miao, let's eat together, it's not as good if Yimo eats alone. The doctor only said she should eat lightly, no other requirements. As long as there's not too much chili in our food, she can eat it."

Zhai Muyang looked at his sister with tenderness in his eyes, "Extracting bone marrow is already suffering enough, we shouldn't restrict her diet too much."

Miao Jun thought about it, Yimo was their child, why should she suffer because of those inexplicable people.

The small table was filled with food, there was no space for the bowls, they had to hold them in their hands.