"Second Brother, please eat slower, no one is competing with you for food," Xu Nianhua said as she watched him wolfing down his meal, hastily reminding him, "Be careful not to choke yourself."
"I won't."
Xu Nian'an was gobbling up his rice, stir-fried chili pork, fried tofu with minced meat, and vegetables. He mixed all his food together in one thermos of rice and ate it all until his once-empty stomach felt comfortable.
There was also rib soup, which he drank heartily, finishing off what his little sister couldn't eat, filling his stomach completely.
"Burp."
With a satisfied burp, Xu Nian'an was over the moon as he took out all the money he had made that day and stacked it up on Xu Nianhua's hospital bed.
One-yuan notes, two-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, even fifty-cent pieces, a huge stack that was very eye-catching.
