The military master pledged his life to the country, and the military wife pledged her life to him.

In the hospital, Father Fu and Peng Zhendong were both shocked when they opened the lunch boxes and smelled the extremely overbearing aroma of vegetables and meat.

Seeing this, Fu's mother said, "Today's dishes are all made by Xixi. They are very delicious. You should try them quickly..."

"Why did you let Xixi do the work? Didn't you say her hand was still injured?"

As soon as Father Fu woke up, Mother Fu introduced her to Fu Huaichuan as a wife. Moreover, she told Father Fu about their marriage, and naturally she couldn't help but mention her meeting with Lin Xi. So although Father Fu had not met Lin Xi yet, he was not unfamiliar with Lin Xi.

Mother Fu: "Do you think I want to?"

"It's because of the fourth brother that he didn't take good care of his wife. When Mingwei and I hurried back, Xixi had already prepared all the dishes and put them in the stew pot."

"Dad, you should eat first, otherwise the food will get cold soon." Fu Mingwei interrupted the conversation between his father and mother.

Didn't you see her husband eating like a starving man? His cheeks were stuffed so full that he was afraid that others would snatch his food away.

Fu Mingwei kicked Peng Zhendong in anger and said, "No one is competing with you for it, so eat slowly!"

"I want to, but I can't help it. The food my sister-in-law cooked is so delicious."

Even talking did not delay Peng Zhendong's eating.

Fu Mingwei: “…”

Seeing this, Father Fu was about to lower his head to eat when he heard the uncle in the next bed say, "Xiao Fu, is this meal your wife brought to you made at home? It seems to be quite a lot. Can you finish it? Or can you give me some? I'll give you money."

The old man's son, who was eating a steamed bun, twitched his mouth when he heard his father's words.

He really is, he doesn't care about his reputation just for a little food.

But after seeing his father's white hair, he couldn't bear to ignore the matter.

"Brother Fu, here's ten dollars. Can you give my dad some food? This money will be used as the ingredients and processing fee we paid."

Father Fu: "I can just give you some food, and the money is..."

"You must take this money, otherwise we won't be able to eat for free. Besides, every family is having a hard time these days..."

The uncle's son forced the money into Mr. Fu's hands.

Mr. Fu declined at first but then accepted it. The main reason was that there were too many people in the ward and he was afraid that if he didn't accept it, others would come up and ask for food.

"Uncle, Brother Xie, this is too much money. We don't need so much money for just this little dish!"

The old man said: "If I give you too little money, how can I have the nerve to eat your food next time?"

"Uncle Xie, my daughter-in-law cooked today's meal, but she injured her hand, so she may not cook the next meal. Of course, if you don't mind that my daughter-in-law's cooking is not as good as hers, next time my daughter-in-law comes to deliver food to me, I'll ask her to bring your portion as well."

After all, I took ten dollars from him. I can't just split half of the meal and send him away.

Hearing this, Mr. Xie hurriedly said, "Don't despise me, don't despise me. You don't know that I'm tired of eating this hospital meal..."

Mr. Fu didn't bother to ask why the women in the family weren't allowed to cook for them.

He decisively gave most of the food in the bowl to Mr. Xie.

At the same time, Mother Fu also gave the small jar of toon sprout sauce that she brought to Mr. Xie.

"Uncle, this is Chinese toon sauce that my daughter-in-law just made before we came. My husband and his family haven't touched it yet. You and Brother Xie can have some. We tried it at noon and it was quite delicious..."

"Really? Then we'll accept it without hesitation!" Mr. Xie's son found the steamed buns a little hard to swallow.

How could he not be happy when Fu's mother brought him some Chinese toon sprout sauce to go with the meal? But Mr. Xie was shocked when he saw the lunch box Fu's mother handed over.

"Xiao Fu, you're not going to give me all the food in your lunch box, are you?"

"Uncle, it's okay. I still have some. I can just give some to my dad. It happens that I can't finish it."

As he spoke, Peng Zhendong had already given some of the food in the bowl to Fu's father.

"That's enough. We still have a big bowl of fish soup here, uncle. Please share some of our soup after you finish your meal." Father Fu had just woken up and couldn't eat too much.

"Okay, okay..." After giving the money, Mr. Xie was no longer polite to Mr. Fu.

He just started eating quietly, with no intention of sharing his meal with his son who was eating a steamed bun.

Mr. Xie’s son: “…” He is indeed his biological father. Fortunately, his elder sister Fu gave her some toon sprout sauce, otherwise he would have found it really hard to swallow today’s meal.

"Dad, Xixi was supposed to come with us to see you, but the fourth child disagreed and insisted that she rest at home. Besides, she has to make Chinese toon sprout sauce for me and my parents-in-law later, so she may not be able to come to see you until later. Oh, by the way, do you want to try this fried Chinese toon sprout?"

Fu Mingwei almost forgot to bring the fried toon sprouts that Lin Xi asked them to bring to Fu's father and his family.

"Go get some for your uncle." Father Fu ordered.

"Uncle Xie, you and Brother Xie should try the fried toon sprouts made by my sister-in-law. They are coated with flour and taste quite good."

Fu Mingwei grabbed a handful of fried toon sprouts through the bag and gave them to Mr. Xie and his son on the bed next door.

"thanks, thanks."

Mr. Xie's son quickly stood up and thanked him.

Seeing this, Mr. Xie whispered, "Son, you didn't lose money on this ten dollars, did you?"

"Not bad," Mr. Xie's son finished the steamed bun in his hand in just a few bites with some toon sprout sauce and burped.

"...Please leave me some of this Chinese toon sprout sauce. Forget it, give me the rest, so you don't have to eat it all in a few bites."

After saying that, Grandpa Xie put away the remaining toon sauce with a treasured look on his face. Seeing this, his son's mouth twitched and he said, "People say that fatherly love is as strong as a mountain. Dad, but you are reluctant to let your son even have some toon sprout sauce? But this toon sprout sauce is really delicious." It's a pity that there was only one bottle.

"Want to eat? You can also ask your daughter-in-law to cook for you. Oh, by the way, do you have a daughter-in-law?" Mr. Xie asked knowingly.

"I'll ask Huaiyun for you later, but Huaiyun seems to be very busy recently. I haven't seen him for a few days. Has he come to the hospital to see you?"

That’s right, the two people in front of him were Xie Huaiyun’s grandfather Xie Biao and his father Xie Mingquan.

"I am an old man who is about to die. I dare not let your busy wife and son come to visit me. Oh, by the way, since you don't have a daughter-in-law, why don't you ask your wife to make the Chinese toon sprout sauce you want to eat? Why, she doesn't make it for you? Is it because she can't do it? Tsk tsk, son, you are so miserable. You are an old man, but there is no one around you to cook for you. If you want to eat something delicious, you have to come to your father's place..."

Xie Mingquan: “…”

His dad is really something, he always brings up things that are not related to the topic.

But Xie Mingquan could see that the old man was feeling unhappy because neither his wife nor his son came to the hospital to see him.