After Song Nanqiao finished preparing dinner, there was a faint knock on the door from outside. The knock was so soft that she could barely hear it.
Song Nanqiao placed her utensils on the table and walked to the door, gently opening it.
As expected, it was the familiar girl standing there.
Wearing a school uniform, the girl had a smile on her face. She walked up to Song Nanqiao, raised herself on her tiptoes, and gave Song Nanqiao a light hug.
But her actions were gentler than before, just a subtle physical contact, as if she was concerned about Song Nanqiao’s condition.
“Did you miss me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Song Nanqiao replied and leaned down to kiss Wen Wenyao’s forehead.
The girl trembled slightly in her arms, then looked up with bright eyes.
“You rarely take the initiative.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I love it to death.”
She liked it when Song Nanqiao took the initiative. That look of indulgence in her eyes always made Wen Wenyao feel fulfilled.
“Let’s go inside,”
Song Nanqiao said, realizing that it wasn’t ideal to stand at the door. She took Wen Wenyao’s hand and led her into the room.
“After washing your hands, come eat.”
“Okay.”
Wen Wenyao obediently nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
Once Wen Wenyao finished washing her hands, she sat across from Song Nanqiao.
“Try this piece of meat,” Song Nanqiao said, picking up a slice and placing it in Wen Wenyao’s bowl before taking a sip of chicken porridge.
“It’s delicious.”
The girl picked up another piece, and Song Nanqiao’s cooking always suited her taste. Whenever she had a meal with Song Nanqiao, Wen Wenyao felt like it was a special treat.
“Have some more… Anyway, I probably can’t eat much.”
Song Nanqiao said with a tinge of sadness as she lowered her head and quietly sipped her porridge.
Her stomach was injured, and for a long time, she could only eat soft foods. She had been drinking porridge for a week. All the dishes on the table were prepared for Wen Wenyao.
She really wanted to take a bite…
“Pfft.”
The girl sitting across from her seemed to notice the expression on her face and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Wen Wenyao had noticed back in the hospital that Song Nanqiao didn’t seem to like porridge.
“Sweetheart, when you’re better, I’ll take you to taste all the dishes in the city.”
Wen Wenyao reached out with her chopsticks and picked up a shrimp from the plate in front of Song Nanqiao, placing it in her bowl.
“You’re spoiling me…”
Song Nanqiao raised her head and looked at the shrimp in front of her. She had prepared all of this herself but couldn’t eat it.
Thinking about it, Song Nanqiao felt as if she were venting her frustration. She quickly drank the porridge from her bowl.
“Don’t drink too quickly; what if your stomach hurts?”
Wen Wenyao hurriedly got up from the table and nervously held Song Nanqiao’s hand, urging her to put down the porridge.
With her fair wrist held by the girl’s slender fingers, Song Nanqiao lowered her head and took a glance.
What beautiful hands…
The two of them returned to a harmonious mealtime…
After Song Nanqiao finished preparing dinner, there was a faint knock on the door from outside. The knock was so soft that she could barely hear it.
Song Nanqiao placed her utensils on the table and walked to the door, gently opening it.
As expected, it was the familiar girl standing there.
Wearing a school uniform, the girl had a smile on her face. She walked up to Song Nanqiao, raised herself on her tiptoes, and gave Song Nanqiao a light hug.
But her actions were gentler than before, just a subtle physical contact, as if she was concerned about Song Nanqiao’s condition.
“Did you miss me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Song Nanqiao replied and leaned down to kiss Wen Wenyao’s forehead.
The girl trembled slightly in her arms, then looked up with bright eyes.
“You rarely take the initiative.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I love it to death.”
She liked it when Song Nanqiao took the initiative. That look of indulgence in her eyes always made Wen Wenyao feel fulfilled.
“Let’s go inside,”
Song Nanqiao said, realizing that it wasn’t ideal to stand at the door. She took Wen Wenyao’s hand and led her into the room.
“After washing your hands, come eat.”
“Okay.”
Wen Wenyao obediently nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
Once Wen Wenyao finished washing her hands, she sat across from Song Nanqiao.
“Try this piece of meat,” Song Nanqiao said, picking up a slice and placing it in Wen Wenyao’s bowl before taking a sip of chicken porridge.
“It’s delicious.”
The girl picked up another piece, and Song Nanqiao’s cooking always suited her taste. Whenever she had a meal with Song Nanqiao, Wen Wenyao felt like it was a special treat.
“Have some more… Anyway, I probably can’t eat much.”
Song Nanqiao said with a tinge of sadness as she lowered her head and quietly sipped her porridge.
Her stomach was injured, and for a long time, she could only eat soft foods. She had been drinking porridge for a week. All the dishes on the table were prepared for Wen Wenyao.
She really wanted to take a bite…
“Pfft.”
The girl sitting across from her seemed to notice the expression on her face and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Wen Wenyao had noticed back in the hospital that Song Nanqiao didn’t seem to like porridge.
“Sweetheart, when you’re better, I’ll take you to taste all the dishes in the city.”
Wen Wenyao reached out with her chopsticks and picked up a shrimp from the plate in front of Song Nanqiao, placing it in her bowl.
“You’re spoiling me…”
Song Nanqiao raised her head and looked at the shrimp in front of her. She had prepared all of this herself but couldn’t eat it.
Thinking about it, Song Nanqiao felt as if she were venting her frustration. She quickly drank the porridge from her bowl.
“Don’t drink too quickly; what if your stomach hurts?”
Wen Wenyao hurriedly got up from the table and nervously held Song Nanqiao’s hand, urging her to put down the porridge.
With her fair wrist held by the girl’s slender fingers, Song Nanqiao lowered her head and took a glance.
What beautiful hands…
The two of them returned to a harmonious mealtime…
