She had no idea she was hungry after falling asleep last night, sleeping through until dawn, which turned the half wowotou by her bedside into nothing more than decoration.
Upon hearing An Jing's words, Xiao Changyi said nothing, turning immediately to fetch that half wowotou from the inner room.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, Xiao Changyi did not hand over the half wowotou to An Jing; instead, he moved to the stove and took out two freshly-steamed wowotous from that morning to give to her.
The wowotous had cooled down a bit, but An Jing's heart was warm.
Entirely because the wowotou in her hand was clearly a different color from the one she had eaten last night—it didn't have any bran mixed in.
Without the bran, it wouldn't scratch her throat as much.
This man didn't say anything last night, yet today he'd silently taken action.
