#206 - Chapter 206 This time it’s my turn to kiss you!

Song Wan's hand trembled as she picked up a small piece of meat and brought it to her mouth.

She carefully smelled it.

She used to love eating meat; she couldn't live without it. But now, she would throw up as soon as she ate it, and some that weren't made well would make her throw up just from the smell.

Song Qingquan and the others stared intently at Song Wan.

Song Wan's mother was ready to grab a trash can at any moment.

"Glug."

Song Wan's throat moved as she swallowed.

The aroma of the meat made her want to eat it.

"Wan'er, eat it," Song Qingquan said with heartache.

His precious daughter had become like this, and it broke his heart. The Song family's billions hadn't been able to restore Song Wan.

Song Wan slowly put the meat in her mouth. The feeling of nausea that she used to get didn't appear.

Song Qingquan's and the others' hearts were in their throats.

Whether Song Wan could eat it was too important. If she didn't eat something to replenish her, she might die!

Song Qingquan and his wife still had a son, but they had invested more emotion in their daughter, Song Wan.

Song Wan slowly chewed the meat.

She didn't feel it was particularly delicious, but she thought it was okay, and after chewing a few times, she swallowed it.

"Dad, Mom, you eat too."

"It tastes alright."

Song Wan looked at her parents and said.

Tears glistened in Song Wan's mother's eyes.

It was the first time in two years that Song Wan had eaten normally. She used to throw up everything she ate, even fruit.

If medical technology wasn't so advanced, Song Wan would have been six feet under by now.

"Wife, have some," Song Qingquan said as he picked up some food for his wife.

"Mm."

"Wan'er, let's eat together," Song Wan's mother murmured excitedly. She took a bite of the food, and was immediately stunned.

Her taste buds were hit with an unprecedented impact.

"Husband, this is so delicious!"

"You should try it quickly," Song Wan's mother said.

Song Qingquan tried it, and he was soon shocked as well.

He had eaten countless delicacies, and had been to many state banquets, but he had never had food that gave him this feeling.

This was far better than any food he had ever eaten.

"Wan'er, try this too."

"These are all things you used to love to eat," Song Wan's mother said as she picked up another dish for Song Wan.

Song Wan slowly ate it as well.

"It tastes alright," Song Wan nodded.

Song Qingquan and his wife exchanged a look.

If Song Wan thought this tasted just alright, no wonder she used to throw up everything she ate.

"Wan'er, eat more if you can," Song Qingquan said.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

Song Qingquan and his wife only tasted a little of each dish. They knew that Lin Chen only made three to five tables a month.

Song Wan usually couldn't even eat rice, but today, she soaked her rice in soup and勉强 ate half a bowl.

With Song Wan's current physical condition, half a bowl of rice and some dishes was enough. Eating too much would be bad.

"Dad, Mom, I'm full. You can eat slowly," Song Wan said to her parents.

She felt much better after eating.

Song Qingquan put down his chopsticks. "Dad's full."

"Mom's full too," Song Wan's mother said as she put down her chopsticks.

Song Wan was stunned. "You didn't eat much! You ate even less than me."

Song Qingquan: "We'll pack it up and eat it slowly at home."

Song Wan asked doubtfully, "Is that necessary? Dad, do we need to pack it up? Is the family having financial problems?"

She didn't care about these things before!

She spent most of her time locked up in her room every day.

Song Qingquan shook his head. "No, the family is doing well. It's just that this meal was made by a master chef. Master Lin only makes three to five tables a month."

"It's not easy to book Master Lin's dishes."

Song Wan was silent for a moment. "Dad, so you didn't eat much because you wanted to leave more for me."

"Mm," Song Qingquan nodded slightly.

Song Wan's mother said, "Wan'er, it doesn't matter if we eat it or not. We're very, very happy as long as you eat well."

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry," Song Wan said in a low voice.

Song Qingquan quickly said, "Wan'er, you don't need to say sorry. It's not like you did it on purpose. You're sick."

"You should take care of your body first."

Song Wan nodded.

Song Qingquan carefully packed everything up, not spilling a single drop of soup. Song Wan could eat rice soaked in soup.

There were a total of ten dishes. Today, they ate a little more than one dish in total, leaving more than eight dishes.

Song Qingquan calculated in his mind that, given Song Wan's condition, half a dish per meal with rice would be enough. Her stomach was weak, so eating two meals a day would be enough for now.

These dishes could last Song Wan for a little over a week.

"Husband, can we find Master Lin and ask him to make more for Wan'er? We're willing to pay more. If one million per table isn't enough, we'll give him ten million," Song Wan's mother said as they drove away.

Song Qingquan: "I'll go see Master Lin tomorrow. Wife, let's stay in Shanghai for a while."

"Mm," Song Wan's mother nodded.

They also had a house in Shanghai.

Back at their home in Shanghai, Song Qingquan quickly divided the packed dishes and froze them. They chose dishes that were basically suitable for freezing.

The taste would definitely be worse when they thawed them, but as long as Song Wan could eat them, it would be fine.

Unknowingly, it was evening.

Song Wan's mother took out a portion of the dish from the freezer.

Each portion was basically half a plate. After they divided them, each portion contained several kinds of dishes.

This would make the nutrition more balanced.

"Wan'er, try it," Song Qingquan and his wife watched Song Wan nervously as they heated the dish.

"Mm," Song Wan took a small bite.

She felt that the taste was a little worse than at noon, but she could still eat it.

"Dad, Mom, you eat too," Song Wan said.

The nanny had made several other dishes on the table.

"Okay, okay," Song Qingquan said with great joy. "Wife, you eat first. I'll go get a bottle of wine."

He hadn't drunk wine in a long time because of Song Wan's condition.

"Husband, get me a wine glass too," Song Wan's mother said.

She never drank alcohol, but she wanted to drink some now.

Over at Lin Chen's place.

Lin Xiaoxi wasn't there, so Lin Chen prepared a candlelight dinner.

"Husband, thank you," Xu Mengyao looked at Lin Chen tenderly in the candlelight.

"Thank me for what?" Lin Chen asked.

Xu Mengyao murmured, "Thank you for being so good to me and Xiaoxi."

Lin Chen said gently, "You're my wife, and Xiaoxi is my daughter. If I'm not good to you, who should I be good to?"

"Wife, is that all for thanking me?"

Xu Mengyao blushed slightly and said, "Then I'll kiss you."

Lin Chen looked at Xu Mengyao.

"Kiss on the lips?"

"Mm," Xu Mengyao nodded lightly.

Lin Chen looked at Xu Mengyao with some concern. The last time Xu Mengyao kissed him, her face turned pale and her body trembled.

"Wife, should we wait a little longer?" Lin Chen said.

He didn't want Xu Mengyao to experience that situation again.

Xu Mengyao mustered her courage and said, "Husband, Xiaoxi isn't here, so it doesn't matter if I have an extreme reaction."

"If we kiss a few more times, there won't be an extreme reaction."

Lin Chen said with a smile, "Then I'll kiss you this time."