Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie felt like they'd been fed another mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and both of them looked sour.

Wang Jie spoke up, unusually seriously: "If she likes you, she'll say she does even if she doesn't. If she doesn't like you, whatever you give her is pointless."

Mo Ye drove the car into the hospital parking lot, saying as he looked for a parking space:

"Let's ask the nurses at the hospital to see if we can find out what Qin Yue usually likes to eat."

Shen Qing's eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh: "Let's do it that way!"

After the three of them got out of the car, Mo Ye didn't go directly to the hospital building, but instead turned into the milk tea shop at the hospital entrance.

Shen Qing followed behind, looking puzzled: "Didn't we say we were going to find out what Sister Qin likes to eat? Why are we buying milk tea?"

Mo Ye looked at him helplessly, her tone implying, "You're still too young."

"If you go ask a nurse, they won't bother with you unless you offer them something. Don't you know that of all jobs, nurses have the most resentment?"

Shen Qing suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly: "No wonder he's a married man."

Mo Ye rolled her eyes at him: "What does this have to do with my wife? This is called social etiquette, okay?"

Shen Qing bought two cups of taro boba milk tea, and the three of them carried them toward the hospital building.

The lobby was bustling with people, the smell of disinfectant mixed with various sounds, noisy yet orderly.

Shen Qing spotted the two nurses at the front desk immediately, her eyes lighting up. There were two of them.

He rubbed his hair with his hands, shook it, straightened his collar, and then walked over with what he thought was his most handsome smile on his face.

Two nurses were busy with something when they caught a glimpse of someone approaching. They looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in front of them, exuding youthful charm.

The two of them paused for a moment, their eyes lighting up simultaneously.

Before Shen Qing could speak, the nurse on her left asked with a smile, "Add contact information?"

Shen Qing's smile froze for a moment.

I haven't even said anything yet!

I don't want to add you guys!

He quickly waved his hand, explaining somewhat flusteredly, "No, no, I just wanted to ask what Dr. Qin Yue usually likes to eat?"

The enthusiasm on the two nurses' faces vanished instantly, as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

The nurse on the right clicked her tongue, her tone clearly sour: "Seriously, everything is hers. She might as well seduce all the men around her."

Shen Qing didn't hear clearly, but judging from their expressions, she understood—the relationship between Sister Qin and them was probably just so-so.

He quickly handed over the milk tea, a smile plastered on his face: "Thank you both for your hard work, sisters. Have a cup of milk tea."

The two nurses' expressions softened a little when they saw the milk tea.

The nurse on the left raised her chin and pointed across the street: "She likes the fried noodles from that shop." Her tone was still a little impatient, but at least she gave an answer.

Shen Qing didn't mind, thanked them, and turned to leave with Mo Ye and Wang Jie.

Stepping out of the hospital, he let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest: "That was close, I almost got my WeChat account taken."

Wang Jie rolled his eyes: "Would someone even consider you?"

Shen Qing puffed out his chest and said confidently, "I'm so handsome, why wouldn't you like me?"

Mo Ye ignored them and pointed to the fried noodles shop across the street. The shop was small and the storefront was a bit old, but there were a few people queuing up in front, so business seemed good.

"Let's go," he said, "let's see what Dr. Qin's favorite fried noodles with soybean paste look like."

The three people crossed the road and pushed open the door of the shop.

The aroma of noodles wafts through the air, mingled with the rich fragrance of meat sauce and the refreshing taste of cucumber shreds.

Shen Qing stood in front of the counter, looking at the menu posted on the wall, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

"What flavor do you think I should buy?" He turned to look at the two people behind him.

Mo Ye and Wang Jie both took a step back and said in unison, "You decide what to do."

Shen Qing took a deep breath, turned around, and said to the shop owner, "Boss, one order of their signature fried noodles with soybean paste, to go."

The boss responded and started making the noodles.

Shen Qing stood in front of the counter, watching the noodles bubbling in the pot, and suddenly felt her heart beating a little fast.

Wang Jie leaned close to Mo Ye's ear and whispered, "Look at him, doesn't he look like he's going to his execution?"

Mo Ye glanced at Shen Qing's stiff back and nodded: "Somewhat similar."

The noodles are ready.

Shen Qing took the packing bag and held it in her hand as if it were a ticking time bomb.

The three people walked out of the noodle shop. The sunlight shone on the plastic bag, and the noodles inside were still steaming.

"Let's go," Shen Qing said, "let's take it there."

Mo Ye looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Shen Qing turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "It's nothing. I just think that when you're serious, you actually seem quite human."

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then cursed and kicked out.

Mo Ye dodged the kick, but Wang Jie didn't and took a solid hit.

"Are you crazy?!" Wang Jie jumped up.

Shen Qing had already run far away with the noodles, then turned back and shouted to them, "Hurry up! The noodles are getting cold!"

Mo Ye and Wang Jie exchanged a glance, smiled at the same time, and quickened their pace to catch up.

Shen Qing carried the noodles with soybean paste and walked down the hospital corridor, her pace half a beat faster than usual.

The plastic bag swayed gently in his hand, steam still rising from inside. A fragrance wafted out through the gaps in the bag, mingling with the faint smell of disinfectant in the corridor, creating a strange but not unpleasant aroma.

He walked very fast, but when he reached the door of Qin Yue's office, he suddenly slowed down, stood in front of the door for two seconds, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Eating melons, especially fresh melons, is something no Chinese person can resist.

Mo Ye and Wang Jie followed at a distance, huddled in the corner of the corridor, peeking out half their heads, all four eyes fixed on Shen Qing's back.

"Please come in." A female voice came from inside, cool and slightly languid.

Shen Qing pushed open the door and went in.

Qin Yue was standing next to the clothes rack, having just taken off her white coat and hung it on the rack, revealing a light blue knitted sweater.

She was getting ready to have lunch. She had finished her morning rounds of patients, working non-stop from eight to twelve.

Her medical skills are excellent, attracting many patients. Coupled with her beautiful face, she is especially popular among students, as there are too many students suffering from depression these days.

Her accounts are basically full as soon as they're listed; you have to grab one.

Qin Yue didn't look up, assuming it was another patient who hadn't managed to get an appointment and was trying their luck. Her tone was slightly helpless: "I'm not seeing patients now. Please come back at 2 PM..."