Chapter 463: Will You Ever Stop
"I want to drink porridge, add some sugar," Qin Xiangnuan didn’t have much of an appetite tonight, so she only wanted a bowl of white rice porridge with some sugar, cooked slightly raw to have a good texture when bitten.
"I’ll go buy it for you," Jian Zhiqing said, then put on a mask, ready to go out and buy some porridge for Qin Xiangnuan to drink. Wearing the mask was Qin Xiangnuan’s requirement. Not only them, but also the people in internet cafes and clothing stores had to wear it, as it was responsible for oneself and for others.
After Jian Zhiqing left, Qin Xiangmei sneered sarcastically.
"What are you eating for? Aren’t you just wanting to die from SARS? Wasting food, Jian Zhiqing is too good for you, it’s a waste, with your looks, your brain."
The other folks just exchanged glances, Qin Xiangnuan had become accustomed to hearing Qin Xiangmei’s sarcasm and mockery in her previous life; she was used to it. In that previous life, it was Qin Xiangmei who looked down on her, and in this life, maybe there was some added jealousy. After all, Qin Xiangnuan’s life wasn’t any worse than Qin Xiangmei’s, even better actually. Because she had a bunch of relatives around her, while Qin Xiangmei had nothing at all.
Like right now, the housekeeper only reluctantly came over to deliver food during mealtimes, and Qin Xiangmei resented this. When she got better, she would kick that housekeeper out.
Qin Xiangnuan took the books Jian Zhiqing brought back for her. Time in the hospital was hard, so Jian Zhibiao helped her buy quite a few books, the currently popular romance stories. It was quite strange, her two lifetimes’ ages added up, she was an old woman, yet she still enjoyed these romance novels, like a return to youth.
She mocked her real age to herself, thankfully she looked young and could pretend to be younger.
Of course, she still enjoyed the books.
There were four short stories in one book, some were well-written, others just average, great for passing the time. Sometimes she would get through half a book and feel sleepy, sometimes just a little while and feel sleepy again. After all, here it’s just eating and sleeping, what else? If she did not find something to pass the time, would she end up rolling her eyes like Qin Xiangmei, not afraid to roll her eyes into dead fish eyes?
Soon after, Jian Zhiqing came back, also carrying a lunchbox.
He opened the lunchbox, which was filled with well-cooked white rice porridge.