Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Xia Guiying scrutinized Jiang Hui, knowing that Jiang Hui wasn't the kind of person to scheme, and smiled generously, "Sister Hui, you don't need to be so nervous. I understand, and I'll give you time to adjust."

As she spoke, she took Jiang Hui's arm and said, "Let Ruohan sleep in, let's go downstairs for breakfast first."

Jiang Hui was flattered and felt very uncomfortable, but in order not to embarrass Xia Guiying, she put on a smile to hide her discomfort.

Xia Guiying could sense Jiang Hui's unease. After entering the restaurant, she deliberately asked the maid to leave, leaving only her and Jiang Hui at the table.

Qin Dongyang ate something early and went to the company.

The old man went to his comrade's house and will stay for a few days before returning.

This will give Jiang Hui a few days to adjust.

Talking about food never gets boring, and there's always something to say.

She ate while exchanging cooking tips with Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui has her own skills and insights into cooking, and she talks about it endlessly, which gradually makes you relax.

After a brief exchange, Xia Guiying asked Jiang Hui if she liked the breakfast.

Jiang Hui nodded heavily.

The two have similar tastes, so they'll have something to talk about in the future.

Xia Guiying laughed frankly, "We could talk endlessly about food and cooking, so can you relax now?"

Jiang Hui was surprised by Xia Guiying's directness and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"It was the same when Ruohan came home. We chatted and found that we both had great insights into food. We naturally became familiar with each other as we talked." Xia Guiying shook her head with a smile as she recalled the scene.

"Then the three of us will research delicious food together," Jiang Hui joked.

"Of course, what can we do when the three of us are all foodies?" Xia Guiying put a shumai on Jiang Hui's plate.

"For breakfast, I like to have congee and dim sum, these are light Cantonese-style dishes."

Jiang Hui nodded in complete agreement, "Me too!"

She especially likes to drink porridge for breakfast.

The main reason is that I don't want to spend money; porridge is delicious and affordable.

It's surprising that Xia Guiying, the wife of the richest man, eats such common food.

Before coming, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to integrate with the diet and lifestyle.

It seems there's nothing to worry about at all.

"Those Western breakfasts are so complicated and messy, and they're dry and tasteless. Our Chinese food is so much better. Every region has its own local delicacies, with so many varieties and choices." Xia Guiying and Jiang Hui shared their experience of living abroad with Qin Dongyang for a few months, and couldn't help but complain.

"It looks fancy, but it doesn't taste as good as the snacks from street stalls in China. I eat food for the taste, not for fancy or nutritious things. I just can't eat that kind of coarse food."

While eating her shumai, Xia Guiying continued to complain, "I don't know what those people who fawn over foreign things are thinking. They praise it so much every day, and I actually believed it. But after going abroad, I realized that Motherland is still the best."

"I lost almost 20 pounds in the few months I was there. Dongyang was afraid that if I stayed any longer I would become skin and bones. In addition, we had been looking for Ruohan for several months but had not found her, so we had to return early and bring me back..."

Jiang Hui was amused by Xia Guiying's blunt criticism.

Sweetie's genuine personality was inherited from Xia Guiying.

"While they can't compare in terms of food, their education and relaxed lifestyle are definitely commendable..."

Xia Guiying's analysis is objective and does not involve uncritical denigration.

Knowing that Jiang Hui had never been abroad, he told her about his experiences, customs, and traditions abroad.

Xu Xia had also prepared the ingredients.

Uncle Zhong had just finished his discharge from the hospital and arrived with Fu Zhengting's clothes.

After Uncle Zhong greeted Xu Xia, Fu Zhengting took him to meet Wen Kerou.

Wen Kerou waited in vain for Mu Tiantian's reply. She stared at her phone, worried that Mu Tiantian might be angry because she hadn't replied for so long, and that's why she didn't want to reply.

Seeing Fu Zhengting and Uncle Zhong come to the bedside, she quickly exited the chat page.

Fu Zhengting glanced sharply at Wen Kerou's phone.

Wen Kerou felt a little uncomfortable under Fu Zhengting's gaze.

She was afraid that Fu Zhengting would think she was looking for Mu Tiantian to ruin their relationship.

Uncle Zhong interrupted her thoughts, "Miss Wen, you were perfectly fine the other day, how come you suddenly..."

Uncle Zhong just felt that the cancer came on too quickly.

Fearing Wen Kerou might misunderstand, he quickly added, "I don't suspect you're faking illness, but I genuinely can't understand how someone's body can..."

You never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

Wen Kerou smiled bitterly, "At first, I was also shocked and couldn't believe it, let alone accept this cruel fact. Disease is too cunning; it just gave me such a surprise."

She has late-stage stomach cancer and liver problems. She has had stomach problems since childhood, and she doesn't want to eat when her stomach hurts.

Later, she married Fu Zhengting, and when she was in a bad mood, she didn't like to eat.

Either overeat or binge eat.

When you're in a bad mood, you don't like to talk to anyone. Over time, keeping it all bottled up inside is very bad for your liver.

The doctor is right; most illnesses are related to emotions.

She was unhappy for many years, always sullen, and sometimes inexplicably saddened to tears.

If I hadn't fallen in love with Fu Zhengting, I probably wouldn't have gotten this illness.

But she wouldn't blame Fu Zhengting.

She was delusional and fell in love with Fu Zhengting.

Fu Zhengting had always made it very clear to her that he had never loved her, so there was no question of her being hurt.

Fu Zhengting recalled the medicines he had seen in the drawer not long ago, the instructions of which were for treating stomach and liver problems.

Then he recalled what Qian Zhikun had told him about Jiang Hui's situation, saying that Jiang Hui's illness was largely caused by her emotions.

He had a vague feeling that Wen Kerou's illness was very likely related to him.

Thinking about this, his guilt deepened.

Wen Kerou was afraid that Fu Zhengting would feel guilty, so she explained, "It's all my fault for not eating properly on time."

"How was it diagnosed?" Uncle Zhong continued to ask.

"That night I ate something and went to sleep, and then my stomach started hurting terribly..." Wen Kerou couldn't bear to recall the pain again.

Fu Zhengting was thinking about that time in the second year of their marriage.

He returned home late at night after a business dinner, and Wen Kerou was curled up in the corner of the bed. He turned on the light and saw that her face was frighteningly pale.

It turns out that her body was sending out distress signals at that time.

They couldn't find anything when they were taken to the hospital.

Now it's suddenly been diagnosed as late-stage disease.

Dean Qian is right, some diseases are really too cunning.

Xu Xia, who came in next, was angry that her daughter didn't take good care of her body, but she also felt guilty.

She also has responsibilities as a mother.

Her daughter refused to eat because she was in a bad mood, and she didn't intervene in time.

It's too late to say anything now.