Noticing the little guy's curious gaze, Beichen Rui turned his head to look at him, then turned back to look at her lying on the hospital bed. He picked up the spoon and stirred the bowl, deliberately speaking with feigned regret, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
Ye Xinluo still didn't respond, gripping the corner of her quilt tightly and refusing to pay him any attention.
Seeing this, Jingxi put down his phone and came to the bedside. He first looked at his mommy on the bed and then at the man holding the bowl. He had to admit, Tong Ma's soup-making skills were excellent. The chicken soup was fragrant and not greasy, just the sight of it made one's fingers twitch with desire...
Thinking of how his mommy had been clamoring for something different these past few days, he then said, "Daddy, this chicken soup smells really nice. Can I have some?"
Upon hearing this, Beichen Rui raised an eyebrow and saw that the person on the bed still didn't move, "Alright."
