In the past, when Lin Yixun would return to the hospital, Lin's mother's mood would generally be quite good. Even when her health wasn't great, she never showed a gloomy face.
But today, the moment Lin Yixun stepped into the ward, she sensed that something was off with Lin's mother. From the moment she returned until they finished their meal, Lin's mother's brows remained furrowed, and she sighed frequently. Several times she seemed to want to say something but held back when looking at Lin Yixun.
"Mom, is it because this isn't to your taste? How about I order takeout?"
"No, I just don't have much of an appetite."
"Even if you don't have an appetite, you should still eat a little. The doctor said eating more meat and vegetables helps with recovery." As she spoke, Lin Yixun picked some vegetables from the plate and placed them in front of Lin's mother, mumbling, "They say food is the essence of life; if you don't eat well, how can your body hold up?"
