In the hospital ward, brothers Si Shi and Si Zhe were fed well by the food sent by Nan Song.

However, the priest was lying on the hospital bed, looking at his brother who was devouring sea clams and peeling shrimps, with silent envy and longing in his clear eyes.

"I said, you're almost done."

The priest's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't help but swallowed, "Give me another one."

"no."

Si Zhe shook his head and showed his brother the note written by Nan Song next to him, "Sister said, you have just had surgery and you should not eat too much seafood to avoid wound infection. The patient should follow the doctor's advice carefully."

With that said, he quickly peeled off the last few shrimps and stuffed them into his mouth.

Eat them all, leaving behind a pile of shrimp shells and clam skins.

The priest watched helplessly as there were so many delicacies in front of him, but he only tasted them, and his taste buds were seriously unsatisfied.

He sighed, "I didn't expect Mr. Nan's cooking skills to be so good."

"That is!"

Si Zhe stood up to clean up the kitchen garbage. When he talked about Nan Song, he and Yourong were beaming, "Sister's cooking skills are not limited."

Even the chefs at state banquets can't keep up with her.

The priest raised his eyes and looked at his younger brother, his eyebrows slightly darkened, "You seem to be very familiar with Mr. Nan, have you ever eaten the food she cooked?"

With just one sentence, Si Zhe accidentally knocked over the lunch box, making a crisp sound and a few drops of oil splashing on the ground.

The priest frowned deeply: Being so panicked shows how weak his heart is.

Si Zhe hurriedly squatted down to pick up the lunch box and wiped the oil stains on the floor with a paper towel. He didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that his brother would find out. He explained in a low voice, "No, this is my first time eating today."

This is not a lie, because Nan Song used to eat what he cooked and then taught him.

"Brother, take a break and I'll wash the lunch box."

Seeing his younger brother holding a lunch box and walking into the kitchen, the priest still frowned. This boy must be hiding something from him.

As the children grow older, they actually have their own little secrets.

He was feeling confused, but his brother didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to break the pot and ask for the truth. What he cared about most now was to return to the crew as soon as possible, so as not to delay the filming progress because of him.

The priest took the script and recited the lines he had already memorized to deepen his memory. He made notes on many unclear points and waited to consult the director and screenwriter.

The script is densely packed with his understanding of the characters.

If you don’t have enough experience, you will have to work harder.

...

Yu Jinwen got off the plane and went straight to Qingshan Hospital.

The flight from Nancheng to Qingcheng was no longer available, so they simply took a special plane to come here. They really traveled across mountains and rivers to chase their wives...

He Zhao sighed deeply in his heart. He sat in the car and held the handle tightly. His internal organs were about to vomit out due to the rugged mountain road, and he tried to hold it back.

The driver who brought him had not driven much on mountain roads, and the car was shaking as if he was suffering from epilepsy. Yu Jinwen was also shaken badly and said in a deep voice: "Stop the car, I will drive."
Chapter completed!