"Ning'er." Shao Qinghen stood at the entrance of the kitchen and looked at the busy Xia Ning in the kitchen. Her eyes were filled with love. The moment he woke up, he could see his favorite person cooking for him. This feeling made Shao Qinghen enjoy it.
"Don't think too much. I was hungry. "I don't have your share." Xia Ning saw Shao Qinghen giggling at the door. It seemed that he had buried that memory in his heart again. Xia Ning originally wanted to comfort him, but Shao Qinghen looked at him uncomfortably.
Shao Qinghen didn't say anything but chuckled. There were clearly two bowls and chopsticks on the table.
At the table, Xia Ning lowered his head to eat. When he raised his head, he saw Shao Qinghen looking at him. In the end, she simply stopped eating. She stared at Shao Qinghen
