Little George sat on the huge bed.
His slender frame made his large, black, agate-like eyes appear all the more spirited.
He stared unwaveringly at the door, his hands paused in the midst of playing with small building blocks on the bed table, alert.
Mother and son gazed at each other for a while.
Under Song Zhen's encouraging gaze, Gu Xinzhou looked toward the door and mustered the courage to enter the room.
Song Zhen also took her small hand, leading her closer to the bed.
George instinctively leaned back, his entire back almost pressing against the headboard.
Dr. Li spoke up at just the right time, "George, didn't you really enjoy the millet porridge today? This is the cook who made it, would you like to meet her?"
Shen Shiqing stood up from one side, looking at Gu Xinzhou, "George ate well today. The chicken soup in the millet porridge was diluted, you were very thoughtful."
