The little bit of displeasure Mother Qi had felt just now vanished at once. She said with a beaming smile, "I think he's acting differently this time. I'd say there's really a chance."
"It all depends on whether we can pry him away from her."
The old lady clenched her fists. "We absolutely have to."
"Let's study this carefully and come up with a plan."
When Qi Muhan returned to Su Qiao's bedroom, Cheng Haoming happened to be carrying a bowl of Bird's Nest into the room.
The two exchanged a glance. In the silence, a faint smell of gunpowder seemed to fill the air.
"Xiao Qiao, Nanny Wu just cooked this Bird's Nest. Come, eat it while it's hot. You'll sleep better later."
Cheng Haoming smiled gently as he carried the bowl to the bedside.
Su Qiao sat up, hugging the quilt, and stared curiously at the bowl in his hand, wisps of steam rising from it. "It's ready so quickly?"
Once Bird's Nest was taken out, it had to soak for about an hour, then stew for at least half an hour.
This Bird's Nest... was clearly what Mei Yuxin had left unfinished earlier.
Cheng Haoming was awkward for a moment before explaining somewhat stiffly, "Well, Nanny Wu had soaked some earlier. She just forgot to take it out and cook it."
"Oh." Su Qiao gave the man, who lied without even batting an eye, a meaningful look. She decided to treat it as an act of kindness toward the mentally challenged.
Cheng Haoming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down beside the bed. "I'll feed you!"
"I'll do it myself. If you feed me, it'll make me feel like I'm seriously ill."
Su Qiao would never let him feed her.
First, she was already a