"Smells so good." Tang Mingli looked at the soup; just the aroma made his stomach rumble with hunger.
Before feeding him, Wei Jiajia made sure to ask the doctor which foods he could eat and which ones he couldn't.
Tang Mingli's wound had just been stitched up, and sitting up was very difficult for him; he could barely eat with the support of a pillow.
At mealtime, Tang Yue initially wanted to help, but Wei Jiajia told her to eat first.
Tang Yue, thinking that Wei Jiajia would be her future little aunt and considering this a chance for them to develop a deeper bond, didn't compete with Wei Jiajia for the task.
After the meal, Tang Yue quickly cleaned everything up.
"Tang Mingli, today was really dangerous," Wei Jiajia couldn't help but still feel terrified.
"Jiajia, if it were you, I would have rescued you without any hesitation as well," Tang Mingli said word for word, his mind was blank at that critical moment—all he thought was that he couldn't let Xiao Yue get hurt.
