Shen Jingchuan decisively turned off the stove, put down the spatula, untied his apron, and step by step walked over to Wenyan.
He squatted in front of Wenyan's wheelchair, looked up earnestly, and gazed into her eyes.
"What do you think I am? You're sick, how could I deceive you with the food from outside? I won't lie to you, the bones used for your soup are carefully selected by me early every morning."
"Oh~" Wenyan nodded, feeling a bit uneasy under Shen Jingchuan's intense gaze. His look seemed to be burning her.
Shen Jingchuan was clearly not satisfied with her reaction, "Oh... that's it?"
Wenyan giggled, "What else should it be? They all say it's a pity I got discharged because they won't see my handsome brother anymore."
"Ah!" Shen Jingchuan sighed exaggeratedly, "Handsome brother, can't you drop a word? I'm asking you..."
"You ask."
Shen Jingchuan didn't speak again, but gently held Wenyan's hand.
Wenyan looked down at her hand, "What's wrong?"
