Lin Xiaoguai frowned and said, "Should I go to the hospital cafeteria and get some plain congee? It's easier to swallow."
"I'll go, I'll go."
Before Lin Xiaoguai and Shen Chi could say anything, he had already pushed the door open and left.
"I should've thought of asking grandma to make congee earlier," Shen Chi said with some annoyance.
"Let's make congee tomorrow then," Lin Xiaoguai served a bowl of fish soup and carefully began to feed Little Niangao.
By the time Shen Mincheng returned with the plain congee, Shen Yinian had filled his stomach with fish soup and greens. Lin Xiaoguai cleared the bowls and dishes, then sat down and asked, "What exactly happened? What kind of dispute did you have with your classmate that led to knives being drawn?"
