"Dan Hanjie, are you childish?"
"You think I'm childish?!"
"..."
Dan Tingye listened to the conversation on the other end of the phone, rubbing his temples, "Mom, I've made my porridge, I'll call you another day."
"Alright, take good care of yourself, eat more... beep beep!"
Before Qin Youxuan could finish her words, the call was disconnected.
Looking at the darkened phone screen, Dan Tingye narrowed his eyes, already knowing who was responsible for this.
He placed the phone aside, set the temperature to keep warm, and tasted a spoonful. The flavor was just right.
This way, whenever she woke up hungry, she could have some delicious porridge.
Dan Tingye walked out of the kitchen and headed back to her room.
Meimei was sleeping deeply, her even breathing faintly audible in the quiet night.
He approached her, gazing at her delicate little face, his hand reaching towards her cheek but then stopping.
She was sleeping soundly, and he didn't want to wake her.
