By the time the two of them chatted all the way and arrived at the hospital with the insulated lunch box, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Seeing Tang Siyuan, Jiang's mother seemed to see her natal family, tears fell "plop plop", she held his hand and kept holding it, as if she had infinite grievances.

Tang Siyuan may not have seen Jiang's mother for a long time, seeing her so haggard and sad, he felt sad and his eyes wet.

From the perspective of others, the two holding hands are a pair of mother and son with deep affection, while Jiang Shen looks like a visiting guest.

What Jiang Shen has done in the past few years is indeed not worthy of trust. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has completely separated from his parents.

Jiang Sen knew clearly that he was going to die, but the disappointment in his heart still flashed by.

What does your parents have to do with you?What are you being hypocritical about?

Jiang Sen quickly adjusted his mentality, took out the insulated lunch box from the bag, and reminded: "Eat something."

Jiang's mother wiped away her tears, and hurriedly said, "Yes, Lao Jiang is out of danger now, and none of us should be sad, it will only get better and better in the future. Come, let's eat first, eat!"

Jiang Sen divided the meal into two portions and handed them to Tang Siyuan and Mother Jiang.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Tang Siyuan and Mother Jiang asked in unison.

"I'm not hungry, you guys eat first."

Jiang Sen grew up in an unorthodox orphanage. He couldn't eat enough, didn't wear warm clothes, and he was hungry when he was hungry. Later, he was busy with his own business, and sometimes he forgot, so he didn't bother to cook anymore, and he just starved.

In the long run, stomach problems will inevitably be entangled. He originally thought that borrowing Jiang Shen's body, the most basic benefit is good health, at least no stomach pains.

Unexpectedly, his stomach problems from the original world would also be brought here, and his stomach would twitch while cooking, exactly the same as before.

When he had stomach problems, he couldn't eat anything, and he always did.

The bench in the hospital was long enough. Mother Jiang and Tang Siyuan calmed down, picked up the lunch box, scooped up a mouthful of vegetables, and put them in their mouths.

In other words, this is the first time in my life to eat the dishes made by my brother, Tang Siyuan thought to himself.

"Cough cough, bah—"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Sen walked up to Tang Siyuan and patted him on the back, "Eat slowly."

"Cough cough, bah—"

Jiang Sen went to pat Jiang's mother on the back again: "Even if you are hungry, you have to eat slowly."

Mother Jiang and Tang Siyuan looked at each other tacitly, and at the same time a thought popped up in their hearts: Didn't my son (brother) want to poison me to death?

Tang Siyuan put down the lunch box in his hand, and asked tentatively: "Brother, it's said in the news that you cook for Zhou Ming every day, and Zhou Ming never refuses anyone who comes, is it true that he ate everything?"

Jiang Sen recalled the plot in the book and nodded: "Almost, nine out of ten."

"Hahahaha, isn't it?" Tang Siyuan's expression was a bit strange: "But... Maybe I misunderstood... Maybe... Zhou Ming likes you!"

Johnson: "..."

ha?What bullshit are you talking about?

He sucked in a breath and let it out again.

If he didn't need to use Tang Siyuan in the future, he would put on a sack and blow his dog's head off.

The author has something to say: Tang Siyuan: Brother, I think Zhou Ming might like you

Johnson: I have read the entire book, and I am very responsible to tell you that you are thinking of farting

Tang Siyuan: No, then how could he eat the food you cooked? Could it be that his taste is different?

Zhou Ming: Your taste is different

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