So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

It turned out that after he went back, Colonel Pei forced him to wait for a while, and cooked a crucian carp soup for Lu Zhenyang.

The other insulated bucket contained cooked dumplings. Lu Anyi looked at the heat coming out of the insulated bucket, and she was definitely moved. She stared at the two insulated buckets in a daze for a long time.

Pei Yifeng picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "This is the fish that grandpa brought. Yangyang only ate two, and there are several more. I said that I will cook it for Yangyang and send it over in two days."

"Why do you ask him to do this after a few days of tiredness?"

"That way he'll feel better."

Lu Zhenyang was half lying on the hospital bed, Lu Anyi brought fish soup to the bedside, Lu Zhenyang shook his head and said, "I don't want to drink it."

"Yangyang, grandpa boiled it for you just now when he came home. If you don't drink it, he will be sad if he finds out."

Hearing what Lu Anyi said, Lu Zhenyang nodded sensiblely, "Then shall I have a drink?"

Lu Anyi fed half a bowl of soup to Lu Zhenyang one mouthful at a time. The children's channel was showing Lu Zhenyang's favorite cartoons.

"Yifeng, eat more, I can't eat so much." Lu Anyi held the thermos bucket and picked up a few more dumplings for Pei Yifeng.

Looking at the dumplings in the thermos, Lu Anyi only took a bite, and suddenly thought of the time when she sent Lu Zhengyu dumplings to the hospital. Lu Zhengyu held the thermos and ate the dumplings made by herself, bowing his head all the time, without looking up at her.

'An Yi wrapped this for me. Thinking of the situation where he and Zhang Xue were competing to eat the dumplings made by her, she would inevitably feel even more sad.

With a mouthful of dumplings in her mouth, Lu Anyi stared dully into the thermos, recalling how Lu Zhengyu ate dumplings, her eyes turned red.

Seeing this, Pei Yifeng asked softly, "An Yi, what's wrong?"

"If I had learned to cook and make dumplings earlier, Lao Lu wouldn't have eaten something made by his daughter once in his life."

Lu Anyi's words stunned Pei Yifeng for a moment, and before he could speak to comfort her, Lu Anyi sighed again and said, "There are always many regrets in one's life, and you don't cherish them when you are alive, and sigh here when you die."

It's not difficult to hear Lu Anyi's words that she was blaming herself. No matter how much she chewed, she couldn't swallow the dumpling in her mouth. Pei Yifeng stood up and poured her a cup of hot water and handed it to her.

She took the hot water, gulped it down, and drank the dumplings along with the water. After that, she didn't eat any more dumplings. She put the thermos aside and sat on the sofa with her legs rolled up to watch Pei Yifeng eat.

Pei Yifeng didn't seem to have much appetite either, so he put it aside after a few mouthfuls, the two of them looked at each other, neither of them opened their mouths to find something to talk about.

The recent conversations are nothing more than Lu Zhenyang's illness. Pei Yifeng has been busy with Aunt Qiong's funeral for the past few days. Lu Anyi worried that he might be too tired, "Yifeng, wash up first and go to rest."

"An Yi, there is something I want to tell you." Pei Yifeng's eyes and tone were a little hesitant, even though it was only a little bit.

It was the first time that Lu Anyi saw Pei Yifeng hesitating about one thing, more like he was uncertain about something.

He would completely avoid showing any clues in front of her about the things he didn't want to tell her before, and he would say them directly without concealing the things he wanted to tell her.

"What's bothering you so much that you can't pay attention?"[