Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1114 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 9

Lingyao wasn't much of a talker to begin with, so she remained quiet the whole way.

The car drove all the way to the town's hospital. Jiang Xingwang stopped the car and shouted to the two people sitting in the back who were acting like wooden figures and not allowed to move.

"We've arrived at the hospital."

Chen Ping'an immediately came to his senses, got out of the car, and carried Old Lady Chen into the hospital.

I was busy for most of the day, queuing and paying fees, and it wasn't until almost 2 p.m. that I finally finished.

Jiang Xingwang left after dropping the person off, since he was only doing a job for money and had other things to do later, so he couldn't wait there.

Lingyao, on the other hand, spent the entire morning running around with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an couldn't speak clearly. At that time, hospital resources were scarce, with a large number of people but limited medical resources, so few people had the patience to listen to Chen Ping'an.

Most of them frowned impatiently after hearing him say a few words.

Under such a gaze, Chen Ping'an's face turned bright red, and he stammered even more.

Lingyao took the form from Chen Ping'an and helped him with it.

Chen Ping'an looked at Ling Yao, who was standing in front of him and calmly negotiating with the doctor. He couldn't describe his feelings. He felt a little envious, a little ashamed, and a strange mix of emotions.

After finding a ward for the old lady and watching the nurse put an IV drip in her, the two of them finally had some free time.

Lingyao glanced at the time and asked Chen Ping'an, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Chen Ping'an waved his hands repeatedly. He had already troubled her enough all day. He never expected that Jiang Lingyao, who had once deliberately ate meat on credit, would help him like this.

He even felt that the Jiang Lingyao in front of him was not the same person as the one before.

"Thank you, no, thank you."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, took out some money from his pocket. He had brought almost all the money he had at home with him when he left home today, knowing he was coming to the hospital. He took out ten yuan and handed it to Lingyao.

"Please, please have a meal, thank you."

Lingyao did not refuse. She took the money, patted his head, and then turned and left.

Chen Ping'an watched her leave, feeling the lingering warmth on his head. His heart pounded, and the scalp where she had been rubbed began to tingle.

He unconsciously clenched his fist, though he didn't know why.

Moreover, seeing that Lingyao had accepted the money, he felt relieved, which eased his guilty conscience a little.

She kept giving him things lately, and although he didn't touch most of them, he used some of the things that couldn't be kept for long, just to avoid wasting them.

She did me such a big favor today, it would be a shame if I didn't accept any money.

He really felt embarrassed.

Lingyao left the hospital and went to the state-run restaurant in town.

By this time, it was past the mealtime at the state-run restaurant, and many dishes were already sold out.

The state-run restaurants at that time were different from those decades later; you couldn't just go to a restaurant anytime and they wouldn't have all kinds of dishes.

The chefs and employees working in state-run restaurants had absolutely no service awareness. Back then, being able to work in a state-run restaurant, even as a waiter, was considered a very respectable job.

Let alone providing you with god-like service, even a smile is already considered a very good attitude.

However, state-run restaurants also have their advantages. The food quality there is absolutely guaranteed. There is virtually no adulteration, substandard products, or short weights. Things like gutter oil and stale or moldy food simply don't exist there.

Lingyao spent one yuan to buy a large plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, unlike the dishes decades later, which consisted mostly of tomatoes with very few eggs.

This state-run restaurant served a generous amount of eggs mixed with brightly colored tomatoes; the aroma alone was irresistible.

I bought another cold dish for only 30 cents.

I bought a braised pork dish for three yuan. It was a perfect balance of lean and fat, with a bright color and a rich, oily aroma. These days, anything with oil is bound to be delicious.

The state-run restaurant didn't offer takeout service, so Lingyao bought lunchboxes separately. Most of the lunchboxes in this town were made of tin, with three layers in total, and Lingyao bought two.

The state-run restaurant serves very large portions. Even after Lingyao divided a dish into two portions, she still filled the tin lunchbox to the brim.

Finally, Lingyao bought another box of rice porridge to take with her.

He carried two lunchboxes back to the hospital.

The old lady was still asleep, and Chen Ping'an was sitting next to her, staring at the IV drip that was carrying medicine.

It wasn't until Lingyao patted his shoulder that he looked away and turned his gaze to Lingyao.

He didn't expect Lingyao to come back; he thought she had already gone home.

After all, she had no obligation to stay.

Upon seeing him, there was surprise and a hint of joy in his eyes, though these were suppressed.

"You, how did you, come back?"

Chen Pingan asked her softly, "There are other people accompanying patients in the hospital beds nearby. The patients are also resting. It's not good to talk too loudly."

Lingyao didn't answer the question, but simply handed him the lunchbox in her hand.

"Let's eat." What could she do if she didn't come back? Could she just watch the God of Wealth go hungry?

Chen Ping'an accepted it, feeling somewhat flattered.

"How much?" I asked instinctively.

Looking into his dark eyes, Lingyao was tempted to take advantage of the situation and extort some money from him. After all, she wasn't rich either, and it was all Gou Fugui's fault!

Sudden wealth: ......

However, after glancing at the God of Wealth's thin face and patched clothes, he retracted the idea.

"It's not much, the money I just received is enough."

Perhaps it was because of Lingyao's subtle influence over the past few days, or perhaps it was because of the help she had given him this morning, but Chen Ping'an was no longer as resistant to eating the food that Lingyao had brought.

The hospital wards are large shared rooms with eight people per bed, and there is only one stool next to each bed for caregivers to rest temporarily.

This is still considered a good situation. In fact, most places don't have chairs to sit on. Chen Ping'an and his wife were lucky because when they were checking in today, someone was checking out and the caregiver left, leaving a chair behind.

The two of them put their lunchboxes on the stool and squatted down together to eat.

Chen Ping'an eats very politely, perhaps because of his tongue, he also eats very slowly.

Lingyao found the way he ate quite cute, so she put a piece of meat in his bowl.

Surprisingly, Chen Ping'an didn't dodge. Instead, he looked up and gave her a shy smile, making Ling Yao's hands itch with desire.

Aaaaaaah, direct electric shock!

Chen Ping'an felt a warmth in his heart. He had always done everything by himself. Although Old Mrs. Chen lived with him, she naturally couldn't be there to accompany him most of the time.

When we went to the pig farm to pick up pigs, we would walk there in the dark before dawn and then bring them back.

Then one person stammered as they negotiated with them, and another person stammered as they sold the items.