The porridge still had the familiar taste; it should have been made by Mu Ke when he went back. Sheng Jiayu only realized this later.
Mu Ke would cook for her, and it always seemed to be mild dishes, with nothing too stimulating.
Breakfast was mostly small wontons or porridge, sometimes Western-style but freshly made and warm. Even with sandwiches, he would toast the bread and the ham inside, so she wouldn't eat anything raw or cold.
Although he would make spicy food for her, it was usually just one spicy dish per meal, balanced with soup and vegetables for a nutritious diet.
Thinking of these things, Sheng Jiayu couldn't help but feel a sense of sweetness in her heart. It felt wonderful to be cared for and looked after. Maybe Mu Ke wasn't making a big fuss; perhaps her matters were just significant to him.
