Zhou Mingchen lay in bed, feeling his head heavy and groggy, occasionally hearing rustling noises from outside the door.
"Come in," he said.
Xia Lu was holding a large bowl of black chicken soup, freshly heated, she could only hold the parts of the bowl that weren't too hot; she hesitated about whether to put the bowl down on the floor, but was afraid once she put it down, she wouldn't be able to pick it up again.
"Could you help me open the door..." after a moment of thought, she asked quietly.
Zhou Mingchen couldn't hear what she was saying clearly, but if he let her stand at the door without attending to her, he wouldn't be able to continue resting either, so he got up and reached out to pull the bedroom door open.
"This is soup stewed by Auntie Zhang, it tastes really good, I've tasted it for you," Xia Lu carefully carried the soup bowl into the bedroom, looking around and finding that although she had brought the soup here, there was nowhere to put it.
