The rice over there was done cooking. Ye Ge scooped out a bowl and poured it into the wok here. He added another bowl of water and sprinkled some dried fish. This was a porridge that he was making for Nan Quanyou.
Nan Feng watched Ye Ge's meticulousness and felt relief. As long as Ye Ge treated her well, what did it matter if they only saw each other every few days?
Nan Feng walked into the house to check on Nan Quanyou, who was still asleep. So, she set up a table in the yard and served two bowls of rice. She and Ye Ge began to eat on their own.
The neighbors were still watching. Lin Qiaoyun had been cooking for her son when she finished work at noon. Now, she was frequently stealing glances over at them.
Nan Feng glanced at Ye Ge, who seemed completely unaffected by the stares of others. It was as if the entire world only contained her in his sight.
Since he didn't mind the stares, neither did Nan Feng. She went ahead and sat down boldly to dine with Ye Ge.
