All was contentment.
Xie Zhinuan, suffering from lower back pain, didn't cook for Li Hengyi, who persevered anyway, eating a few bites of food and drinking two mouthfuls of soup before sipping the tea Xie Zhinuan had prepared for him.
He forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit.
Xie Zhinuan wasn't picky and ate with great relish.
A few grains of rice unwittingly clung to the corner of her mouth, of which she was completely unaware.
Li Hengyi raised his hand and gently wiped them away with the pad of his finger.
"?" Xie Zhinuan looked puzzled.
Li Hengyi showed her the grains of rice on his finger.
"So there were grains of rice!" Xie Zhinuan suddenly realized and became more careful while continuing to eat.
Watching her adorable manner, Li Hengyi smiled softly and ladled some soup for her, "Try this chicken soup, it smells quite good!"
"Mm-hmm, thank you!" Xie Zhinuan said as she took a sip, finding the taste to be quite good indeed.
