A tempting aroma of food quickly spread through the private room, filling everyone’s nostrils.
Jiang Yu had just placed three dishes on the table when Du Guangning brought over three bowls of steaming yam and lean pork millet porridge.
"Everyone, these porridge and dishes are relatively mild in flavor. They haven’t had normal als for a long ti, and their digestive systems are quite weak, so they can only eat so bland food."
Standing by the table, Jiang Yu glanced at everyone and said faintly,
"Wait a little while for the food to cool down a bit, and then the family mbers can let them try the millet porridge first."
He Xiaotao’s mother said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Jiang, you’ve worked hard!"
Jiang Yu waved his hand with a smile and said, "It’s no trouble at all. As long as they’re willing to eat, it’s worth any effort."
A few people chatted casually for a mont. Before the millet porridge had cooled, the 6-year-old girl Hu Xiaoxuan, who had been huddled in her mother’s arms looking weak, suddenly moved her body and said:
"Mom, I’m hungry!"
The words caused the room to fall silent instantly. Not just Jiang Yu and Hu Zhihai, but even the family mbers of the other two anorexia patients turned incredulously to look at Hu Xiaoxuan.
Hu Xiaoxuan’s mother trembled with excitent, holding her daughter tightly, seemingly doubting her own ears, and asked shakily:
"Xiaoxuan, what did you just say?"
"Mom, I’m hungry, I want to drink porridge."
Hu Xiaoxuan said weakly again, seeming a bit shy, hiding her face in her mother’s arms after speaking.
"You’re hungry? You want porridge?"
Hu Xiaoxuan’s mother finally heard her clearly. She nodded vigorously, saying repeatedly,
"Okay, okay! Mom, mom will feed you, mom will feed Xiaoxuan porridge!"
Saying this, she held Hu Xiaoxuan tightly with one hand while her other hand trembled as she picked up the spoon, gently stirred the bowl of fragrant, thick millet porridge, then scooped a small spoonful, blew on it lightly a few tis before bringing it to Hu Xiaoxuan’s mouth, softly saying,
"Co, Xiaoxuan, drink porridge!"
Hu Xiaoxuan opened her mouth slightly, swallowing the millet porridge, and soon said again,
"Mom, I want more!"
"Okay, okay! Xiaoxuan, don’t rush, mom, mom will scoop more for you!"
Hu Xiaoxuan’s mother’s hands trembled even more, her face full of joy, yet tears streaming down her face...
anwhile, beside Hu Xiaoxuan, He Xiaotao’s mother watched Xiaoxuan willingly ask for food, feeling happy yet a little anxious. She imdiately picked up the millet porridge, stirred it evenly with a spoon, scooped a spoonful to He Xiaotao’s mouth, and softly said,
"Xiaotao, this millet porridge slls and tastes delicious. Look at how nicely this little sister is eating it. Why don’t you try it too?"
He Xiaotao hesitated for a mont, then opened her mouth, took the millet porridge, chewed lightly, and quickly swallowed it.
Seeing this, He Xiaotao’s mother’s eyes lit up, she hastily asked,
"Isn’t it delicious? Can I feed you a bit more?"
"Hmm." He Xiaotao responded softly.
"Ah, ah!"
Hearing her daughter’s words, He Xiaotao’s mother’s nose twitched, nearly bringing her to tears.
Before she could say anything else, Lao Song’s wife’s slightly choked voice could be heard from the side:
"Ah, Lao Song, eat more slowly!
Master Jiang said you must chew thoroughly before swallowing!"
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