Although Fu Fengyi regarded her as a transparent person, she insisted on accompanying her bed all morning, then returned at noon to return another kind of food to cook soup, and then sent to the ward.

As soon as I entered the ward, I saw that my morning soup in the trash can had been emptied.

"Grandma, have soup." She looked away and put the soup on the bedside table with a smile.

Fu Fengyi said lightly, "You are making garbage for cleaners."

"Sorry." Ding Yiyi bowed his head. "The doctor said that your blood pressure is still high, so I cooked you a little soup to lower your blood...