She Zhuyin said regretfully, "That's such a pity. If only Chujian could teach me how to cook, then I could make delicious food for myself."
She looked at Xia Chujian ingratiatingly and said, "...And I could make delicious food for Chujian too!"
Xia Chujian smiled without speaking, merely casting Huo Yushen a suspicious glance.
If the son had such poor aptitude for cooking, then generally speaking, the mother could not be much better.
Of course, she only thought it and did not say it aloud.
Huo Yushen kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, wearing the aloof expression of an iceberg that kept strangers away.
Xia Chujian sneered inwardly: Keep pretending! Go on, pretend!
She had now realized that Huo Yushen was drastically different on the inside and outside.
After She Zhuyin and Xia Yuanfang finished lunch, Xia Yuanfang went to examine Huo Yushen's hippocampal injury.
She Zhuyin and Xia Chujian both waited in the room beside the Medical Cabin.
Xia Chujian asked in a low voice, "Aunt, has Huo Yushen's amnesia improved at all?"
She Zhuyin shook her head and lowered her voice as well. "No. It hasn't worsened, but it hasn't improved either, so I wanted to ask your aunt to take a look."
Xia Chujian said, "My aunt has some expertise in genetics, but she can't guarantee that she can treat it."
Although she had great faith in her aunt, she did not want to give She Zhuyin too much hope.
What if it did not work? It would damage her aunt's reputation and make Aunt sad.
That was why Xia Chujian had, unusually, phrased her words so tactfully.
She Zhuyin now found everything about her pleasing and hurriedly said, "It's all right. I understand."
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