Luo Tao, who was about to enter the house, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stopped by the door and turned to look at Mo Yan. His thin lips opened and closed as he spat out three words, "You are welcome."
Mo Yan's ears twitched when she heard his gentle tone. One of them had his back turned to cook while the other leaned against the door and watched. Even though there was no communication and no eye contact, there seemed to be a faint warmth circulating in this small space.
Mo Yan's heart beat violently. She did not dare to look back at the man's expression, but the imagination in her mind made her blush even more.
She put all her attention on her hands and picked out the black objects from the porridge bit by bit. She filled two bowls of water into the pot, stirred the rice grains with a spoon, and closed the lid.
