On the dining table was a breakfast that Gu Chen had spent an hour making with care.
The fried eggs were a bit burnt, along with toasted bread and warmed milk.
"You made this?"
Shen Xian looked at Gu Chen, who stood by with a smile, in surprise, hardly believing that Gu Chen would actually cook these things, although... the appearance of the breakfast left much to be desired.
Gu Chen smiled happily, but when he caught sight of the charred eggs, he looked slightly embarrassed.
"Try, try."
His voice, after a night of low-grade fever, was somewhat hoarse, and sounded incredibly gentle when he spoke in such a humble tone.
Shen Xian grinned, both embarrassed and surprised that she had let a sick person prepare breakfast.
"Don't just stand there, come and eat."
Gu Chen said, already sitting down. He fiddled with the fried eggs on his plate with his knife and fork, "Don't judge by its looks, the taste is still quite good."
