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Feeling a bit awkward while wiping his face, Yao Nian couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation at the sight of him smiling so broadly. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"Nothing," Shen Du replied, managing to suppress the curve of his lips.
Yao Nian pressed her lips together, then turned to pick up the glass of water from the bedside table and handed it to him. "Since you're awake, you should take your medicine."
Shen Du propped himself up in bed, took a sip from the glass she offered, and she quickly handed him the pills. After swallowing the tablet, he suddenly remarked, "I've never been taken care of like this before, especially not by a little girl."
Yao Nian felt the need to clarify her earlier actions. "When I was hospitalized before, and even when I sprained my ankle last time, you took care of me just like this," she paused for a moment. "So you don’t need to feel embarrassed."
Shen Du nodded with a smile.
Then she added, "Respecting the elderly and cherishing the young is—"
"That doesn’t need to be said," he interrupted.
Just then, the doorbell rang, followed by Shen Du's phone vibrating on the pillow beside him. He silenced it and nodded toward Yao Nian. "Open the door."
As soon as she opened it, a delivery guy in a red uniform stood at the entrance. "Miss, your delivery."
"Huh?" Yao Nian was taken aback. "I didn’t order any takeout."
A cough came from the bedroom, followed by Shen Du's voice saying, "I ordered it. Bring it in."
Yao Nian accepted the paper bag and closed the door, feeling somewhat speechless. "Shen Uncle, you really shouldn’t be eating something so greasy right now."
"It’s what I ordered," Shen Du replied nonchalantly. "I wanted you to get your revenge more thoroughly."
Yao Nian quickly recalled how Xu Jiayi had complained about eating KFC while she was hospitalized and how Shen Du had been involved in that.
How does he have such a good memory?
At that moment, Shen Du had gotten enough rest and was leaning against the headboard scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing at Yao Nian as she ate outside.
She lowered her head, eating slowly, her cheeks puffing up as she munched. Unaware of the salad dressing smeared on the corner of her mouth, she continued to smile while focusing on her WeChat conversation with Ji Zheyuan.
After finishing an entire hamburger, Yao Nian was already full, but she still pushed herself to eat another piece of chicken nugget. The family bucket still had a few pieces of original-flavored chicken and Orleans-style chicken wings left, but she finally couldn’t eat any more. She sealed up the leftovers, planning to take them back to her dorm later.
One pear and one orange in hand, Yao Nian stared at the WeChat interface, mentally reciting the ingredients she needed as she placed them one by one on the countertop.
"Rock sugar, appropriate amount."
How much is "appropriate"?
Forget it, she thought; she would just add it as she went along.
Both the pear and orange required peeling, but there were no peels to be found in the kitchen. Yao Nian casually opened the cabinet, where various knives of all sizes were neatly arranged inside. She pulled out a smaller knife and practiced a few cuts on the orange.
Ten minutes passed.
Looking at the unevenly chopped orange pieces on the cutting board, Yao Nian fell silent for a moment. However, she quickly reassured herself that it was mainly about making soup; presentation didn’t matter much.
So she followed suit again, and soon several unevenly sized and crooked pear pieces appeared on the cutting board.
After this ordeal, Yao Nian felt a bit hot and took off her jacket, hanging it on a chair.
The next steps were much simpler: just toss all those pieces into the pot, add water, throw in a few chunks of rock sugar, and wait for ten minutes.
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