A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Chapter 304 An 80s-born, laid-off military wife x A demobilized cook (24 chapters)

Do you have any lunchboxes? I'd like to pack some to take to the hospital.

Yao Xiaobao rummaged through the wooden board: "Didn't bring it, brother. We forgot so many things today, either this or that."

"I'll go back and get it. I'll take three large bowls of wonton noodles and one small one for the kids."

"it is good"

"Boss, how much are these wontons?"

Yao Xiaobao got up and quickly went to answer.

He Jiaping stood there for a while before riding away.

The wonton stall was very quiet before he stopped; there wasn't a single customer.

"Brother, this new bike is so good, it's really fast!" Yao Xiaobao was thrilled; he wanted a bicycle too.

"This soup was made exactly according to your recipe, not a bit off. The guy just ate it and praised it, so I gave him two big wontons as a bonus."

"This is the first time I've ever set up a stall in my life, it's really interesting."

As Yao Xiaobao packed things into the lunchbox, he chatted incessantly with He Jiaping.

He Jiaping looked around and saw that many people were passing by, and each of them glanced at him several times.

I wonder if they were too full to come.

"It's all packed, bro. Remember to ask your wife if it's good."

"Hmm, you look quite energetic after getting a haircut today," He Jiaping said, pressing the money under the small condiment jar on the table.

The lunchbox was wrapped in a cloth bag and hung on the handlebars, covered tightly, but you could still smell the aroma, perhaps coming from the wonton stall.

Before he even got on his bike and left, several people came up to ask Yao Xiaobao about the price.

At the hospital, Liu Runquan certainly knew who the people outside were.

He took the opportunity to leave the ward, not to see anyone. After greeting Pan Ci, he went to the windowsill by the stairs to light a cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, He Jiaping's face appeared at the top of the stairs.

"This kid's here to see Qianyu too?"

Liu Runquan's thick, straight eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and when placed next to his dark bronze face, they resembled a rough Cuban cigar.

He stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to come to visit someone in the hospital with only a cloth bag?"

He Jiaping, expressionless: "Good evening, Chief."

He turned his head and saw them still sitting at the door. After greeting them, he turned and left.

"That's all?" Liu Runquan snorted and followed, ready to give him a lecture.

The person stopped before even reaching the door of their daughter's hospital room.

He Jiaping sat down next to Li Jiaojiao and used a cloth bag to line the lunchboxes as he distributed them.

"It's a bit hot, use a handkerchief to cushion it."

Pan Ci only brought one handkerchief, which wasn't enough: "Enqi, you eat first."

Li Jiaojiao offered herself to her: "I have another handkerchief."

He Jiaping often came to the art troupe to bring snacks. He sweated a lot, so Li Jiaojiao brought extra handkerchiefs for him.

He Jiaping wanted to ask to stay, but it was a handkerchief for him, and it looked like a new pattern that he hadn't seen before.

"Hurry up and eat your food," Li Jiaojiao knew what he was thinking as soon as she turned around.

"Oh"

Liu Runquan stopped in front of them and stood there stunned for a few seconds.

"Does Uncle want to eat wontons too?" Song Enqi was too young to understand the intricacies of adult relationships.

"No, Uncle was just thinking about something," Liu Runquan said with an awkward smile before stepping into the next ward.

I had momentarily forgotten about the two people from the performing arts troupe.

"Dad, who's outside?" Liu Qianyu asked him with her big eyes wide open.

She thought to herself that the person outside must have come to spy on her, wanting to see how miserable she would be.

In just two days, his daughter had lost a lot of weight. Liu Runquan smacked his dry lips, unsure of how to begin.

Zheng Xiuxiu also looked over, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Not an important person."