Coming out of the hospital room, Tang Yue walked back slowly, feeling surprisingly empty at the thought of not having to deliver meals tomorrow.
These past few days, although her uncle had helped deliver meals for two days, just thinking about her cooking being enjoyed by Mo Siyu always made her feel incredibly happy.
Even if she wasn't the one delivering, she would still be happy all day long, even if it meant spending extra time at night drawing design drafts needed for the clothing factory; she felt spirited and not at all tired.
"Xiao Yue, what's wrong with you?" Tang Mingli teased, "Was today's meal not enough?"
"No, I don't have to deliver meals tomorrow." Tang Yue put the lunchbox on the counter.
Tang Mingli asked, "Why? His injuries shouldn't allow him to be discharged yet, right?"
