Song Zhen placed George on the bed and tasted a bowl of porridge.
At that moment, the porridge was warm, just right for eating.
The subtle flavor of chicken soup lingered between his lips and teeth, and the millet porridge was thick, creamy, and tasted wonderful.
Song Zhen set down the bowl, picked up another, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to George's lips, "George, try this, millet porridge."
George had never had millet porridge before.
Seeing it for the first time, he was struck by its aroma and stared intently, asking, "Is this millet porridge?"
"Yes," Song Zhen said softly, "Open up, it's not hot."
George took a bite, his eyes lit up with delight. Not waiting for Song Zhen's next spoonful, he already opened his mouth wide, waiting for the next bite.
Song Zhen smiled contentedly, "Is it good?"
"Delicious!" George swallowed another bite and said, "This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life!"
Gu Xinzhou was leaning against the door, hearing the father and son's conversation, her eyelashes gradually moistening.
She turned away comforted and went back to the bedroom to rest.
After George had eaten a third of the bowl, Song Zhen wouldn't let him eat anymore, "You've been hungry for three days, you need to reintroduce food gradually."
George anxiously stared at the bowl set aside and looked at Song Zhen with a pitiful expression.
Remembering his earlier words had been too harsh, Song Zhen softened his tone to comfort him, "When someone has been hungry for a long time, they can only eat a little at first to let their body adjust. You can't eat too much all at once, as it would hurt your body."
George still seemed to half understand, his small hand grabbed Song Zhen's large one and asked, "Then, can the bowl of millet porridge stay here so I can eat it later?"
"Of course." Song Zhen comforted George, picked up a storybook, and prepared to tell George a story.
But he was too exhausted.
He yawned twice in a row.
George couldn't bear to see it, "Uncle Song Zhen, do you want to come to bed and sleep for a while?"
There was a faint longing in the child's eyes.
He wanted Song Zhen to rest properly, yet didn't want to part with him.
Song Zhen saw through this, his heart warmed, and he smiled, "Okay! Uncle will sleep next to George, sound good?"
George was thrilled, "Yes!"
As long as Uncle stayed, as long as he was by his side, he would be happy!
Song Zhen took off his clothes, climbed into bed, and quietly lay down next to George.
Shen Shiqing came over to administer a drip to George.
George wasn't scared of the pain at all. His other small hand reached out to Song Zhen's arm, Song Zhen felt it and took it in his large hand.
Time gently passed, and the father and son lay side by side, hand in hand, and fell asleep together.
It was eleven o'clock in the morning.
Gu Yibo, dragging his exhausted body, returned to Gu Xinzhou's villa.
Only Lan Baozhen was home.
He entered the house and asked, "Mom, is there anything to eat?"
Lan Baozhen huffed, not turning around as she entered the bedroom, closed the door, and ignored him.
Gu Yibo knew she was still angry, so he went to the kitchen by himself, rummaged through the refrigerator, found a few remaining pork dumplings, took them out, heated them in the microwave, and ate them in under a minute.
Gu Yibo went to Lan Baozhen's bedroom door and knocked, "Mom, are you still angry?"
"Don't call me mom!" Lan Baozhen's voice came through the door, "Times change. Initially, I thought Weiwei wouldn't wake up and seeing you sincerely repent, I forgave you. But now, Weiwei will recover, and from a mother's perspective, I can't possibly let my daughter be with someone like you!"