When Su Qingsang woke up in the morning, it took her a long time to recover from her usual vomiting.
"Honey?"
Huo Jinyao hadn't been to work for the past few days. Every day, he would ask Yang Wenchang to drop off his work at home. As soon as Su Qingsang arrived, he got up as well.
"How are you?"
Su Qingsang waved her hand, got up to wash up, and tidied herself up. She seemed to be in good spirits this morning.
"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten properly these few days. Let's go eat breakfast."
Su Qingsang didn't want to hear the word "eat" now, because she really didn't have the slightest desire to eat.
"Honey, you might like the breakfast for today. Let's go."
Su Qingsang looked at him in bewilderment. After washing up, she followed him out of the room.
There were a few small plates on the dining table, and beside them was a pot of porridge. A bowl of porridge was placed in front of her in the middle.