Song Fengwan was stunned by what Huai Sheng said. Her limbs were stiff as she climbed out of bed. Huai Sheng had already prepared a basin of hot water for her to wash up.
He was young, but he was very clean and efficient at doing things.
"Big Sister, wash up first."
Being served by a five-year-old child, Song Fengwan felt embarrassed.
When she finished washing up, Huai Sheng ran in with two buns in his arms. They were wrapped in a plastic bag, and the inner side of the plastic bag was full of water vapor. "Eat this. I'll pour you some water."
"It's fine. I'll do it myself." Song Fengwan hurriedly stopped him. "I can go to the dining hall to eat myself. You didn't have to bring food for me."
Huai Sheng blinked his eyes. "It's past eight. The dining hall closes at seven-thirty. Third Uncle saved these for you."
