Anya Liang was adamant, Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Yes. Stop dithering, it's getting late. Zaizai must be hungry by now, let's go cook."
Jiayi saw she didn't want to continue talking, so she stood up and took a few steps before lifting up the bag of Chinese medicine by the entrance and headed toward the kitchen.
Anya Liang was taken aback, "Xiaoyi, what are you doing taking that bag into the kitchen?"
"Your body needs more nourishment right now, even if you're going for surgery, you need to be in good health to recover quickly. This is top-quality nutrition. Do you know how much this bag costs? It's several months' salary for a white-collar worker; we shouldn't let it be wasted on that guy. Why not use it? I'll throw it into a soup for you to eat," Jiayi said, pouting her lips and walking into the kitchen.
Anya Liang couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking, Xiaoyi, is it really okay for you to be so adorably foolish? She could only follow her into the kitchen.
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