Thinking of Cheng An, it seemed like he was still in a coma.
Jiang Yun Chuan mentioned that although he was conscious, his mouth kept spewing nonsense that no one could understand; only the Cheng family knew what nonsense Cheng An was babbling in his sleep. And now, they had declined any visits from relatives and friends.
Jiang Nanshu bought a notebook with a hint of citrus scent, and waited for Ji Ze to get her a jianbing guozi to eat.
The jianbing guozi was piping hot, and Jiang Nanshu relished it.
Jiang Leyi had never tried such street food; having lived with the Jiang family since childhood, she was completely unfamiliar with the taste of such road-side eats.
But seeing Jiang Nanshu enjoying it so much, her appetite was piqued – she hadn't eaten all day.
When she took the first bite, the delicious fragrance swept through her whole mouth, lighting up her eyes and quickening her pace of eating.
