Jiang Xiaorou became very quiet. Maybe she was too tired from crying, so she didn't want to cry anymore, nor did she want to think about anything. She only wanted to lie there, her two eyes staring straight at Shen Yancheng.
She couldn't tell whether he was really that clumsy or if he was just pretending to amuse her. Jiang Xiaorou truly found Shen Yancheng, seriously blowing on the porridge, funny—she just couldn't manage to laugh.
He blew on the porridge for a long time before it reached the right temperature.
"It's not hot anymore. Try it." Shen Yancheng handed the spoon to Jiang Xiaorou. He still held onto the bowl for her; she only had to scoop it with the spoon to take a bite.
She tried a few bites.
Hmm. Shen Yancheng's skills weren't top-notch, but he managed to make the porridge taste exceptionally delicious, with a faint sweetness. Jiang Xiaorou didn't eat much before putting the spoon down. She had no appetite; even the most delicious food couldn't whet it.