Yan Xixi was just worried.
Li Zhen brought many dishes, and amazingly, there was even a bottle of Lao Gan Ma.
When the wind blew in through the open window, the small table was already filled with dishes: shredded potatoes with green peppers, Lao Gan Ma with chicken pieces, cowboy ribs grilled to perfection, and even a thick, fragrant tomato oxtail soup that had been simmered for seven or eight hours.
When she lifted the lid of the beef soup, Huang Xiaojue slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Xiaojue, it's time to eat. The soup is hot, it'll be just right after a while."
He sat up and saw her with a hot towel and toiletries, expertly attending to him. As she washed his face, she muttered, "Xiaojue, have you noticed? You have to brush your teeth after you sleep, or else everything tastes bland..."
Face washed, teeth brushed, and when he looked down, he saw that he had already been changed into a loose, comfortable T-shirt.
