Recalling the sweetness of the past, Yang Muya's expression became a little lonely, and she suddenly recovered when she heard the sound of the soup rolling.

"Madam, the yam is processed, do you want to put it in now?" the butler opened the lid and turned to ask.

"First, get rid of the oil star on the soup, and put the yam." Yang Muya slightly supported the armrest of the wheelchair, stood up and took a look, before ordering.

After all the ingredients were processed, the butler watched as the chicken soup was simmered for several hours, and wanted to push her back to the room to rest, but Yang Muya refused, insisting on guarding the soup by herself and not letting anyone handle it.

She insisted on doing it herself even for such a small thing as salt.

After a pot of soup was cooked, she spent most of her time in the kitchen.

"You can send it over, don't say that I made it." Yang Muya calmly ordered the housekeeper, looking at the fragrant chicken soup in front of her.

The housekeeper gave her a distressed look, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Holding the chicken soup, he walked towards Xia Hua's ward.

Yang Muya walked out alone pushing the wheelchair.

The words Xia Changyue said that Xia Hua still loves her, like a magic word, kept appearing in her ears. She bit her lip, and suddenly she had an urge to figure out what was going on. Going on.

Yang Muya pushed the wheelchair by herself and moved slowly towards the backyard.

As soon as she arrived at the door of Xia Hua's ward, she heard voices coming from inside.

"Mr. Xia, Professor Rose said that you can eat liquid food. This is chicken soup cooked in the kitchen. You can taste it. It doesn't suit your appetite." The housekeeper did not disclose a word as expected by Yang Muya.

In a mess, Yang Muya pushed the wheelchair close to the door and looked at Xia Hua who was sitting on the bed from the crack of the door that was not closed tightly.

Xia Hua's hands and feet still can't move, but the nurse is feeding him with the soup bowl.

After only taking a sip, Xia Hua's face changed slightly.

When he reached the second sip, he stopped suddenly and frowned as if he had discovered something.

Xia Hua suddenly turned his head to look at the housekeeper, opened his mouth, and said a word.

The butler couldn't react for a while, but Yang Muya understood it at a glance.

He was asking the housekeeper: Who made the soup?

Yang Muya's eyes suddenly became a little sour, biting her lips, and she didn't let herself make any noise.

Doesn't he hate her?

Why is it that after more than 20 years, he can still drink the soup she makes different from others?

"Mr. Xia, why didn't you drink it? Is it the taste of the soup that you don't like?" Seeing that the nurse hadn't opened her mouth, she just looked at the housekeeper's Xia Hua and couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Yang Muya's heart tightened, then raised her head and looked at him.

Xia Hua didn't seem to hear the nurse, but was just waiting for the housekeeper's answer.

The butler didn't understand what he said at first, but he also reacted later, standing there embarrassed, not knowing whether to tell the truth or lies.

"boom--"

Yang Muya suddenly reached out and pushed open the door, sliding her wheelchair to walk in, "I boil the soup. If you don't want to drink it, you can starve yourself to death. In this way, Yueyue is my daughter."

"..." The people in the ward did not expect Yang Muya to appear suddenly, and were a little surprised.

The housekeeper was the first to return to his senses, stepping forward to push her wheelchair, and pushing her to Xia Hua's front, then stopped.

"Give me the soup bowl." Yang Muya suddenly stretched out her hand towards the nurse.

It is a person who is a dog watching by himself, a person who does human affairs and speaks people's words, a dog always speaks and does dog things, and a dog can never change