Chapter 25: A Spoonful of Porridge

After Ji Bingqian finished listening, his eyes were still fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her.

After a moment, Ji Bingqian looked away, his tone calm, "Have you packed your things?"

Xu Yueqing was stunned. She didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

She shook her head. "They're just old clothes, not worth much. Just leave them there."

"I brought all my IDs with me."

After she finished speaking, she felt the atmosphere become somewhat stagnant.

Ji Bingqian's gaze fell on the insulated lunch box on the bedside table.

Xu Yueqing followed his gaze and suddenly remembered!

"Assistant Zhou said you just had stitches done and the anesthetic is almost wearing off."

She picked up the insulated box and said, "I've learned this from taking care of my mother before. After the operation, drinking some stomach-warming porridge will make you feel much better."

"You made it?"

Xu Yueqing nodded.

Then, her heart skipped a beat.

What is Ji Bingqian’s identity?

He's been eating delicacies from land and sea, and what kind of expensive supplements hasn't he tried? He must have a top nutritionist by his side.

Compared with others, this pumpkin porridge I made on the spur of the moment is simply not good enough.

Why did she take it so hot-headedly? Xu Yueqing's cheeks were a little hot, and she was about to say something like "Don't mind, I just took it."

Ji Bingqian had already stretched out his hand towards her.

The bony fingers looked pale due to blood loss.

"Give me."

His voice was still hoarse from the surgery.

"Mr. Ji, would you like to drink?"

Ji Bingqian frowned as he looked at her dazed look.

"You didn't make it for me?"

Xu Yueqing finally reacted and nodded quickly: "Yes."

She quickly and deftly propped up the small table on the bed and opened the lid of the thermos.

A sweet pumpkin aroma instantly spread in the ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Ji Bingqian was just about to reach out and grab the spoon himself.

Xu Yueqing noticed that there were indwelling needles and IV tubes on the backs of both his hands.

It would be inconvenient to hold the bowl by yourself, and there might be a problem with the needle.

She said, "Mr. Ji, your hands are not convenient."

"If you don't mind, can I feed you?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Bingqian just glanced at her without saying anything.

Neither good nor bad.

She calmed herself down, scooped a small spoonful of porridge, blew it carefully, and then handed the spoon to Ji Bingqian's lips.

The man lowered his eyes and swallowed the porridge with her hand.

The warm porridge flows smoothly into the throat, with the unique sweetness of pumpkin.

Ji Bingqian felt that his stomach felt much more comfortable.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xu Yueqing, who was standing beside him with his head lowered, concentrating on blowing on the next spoonful of porridge.

Under the light, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids.

“Good craftsmanship.”

Xu Yueqing met Ji Bingqian's gaze and smiled: "My mother has been in poor health in recent years and has a lot of dietary restrictions. I have studied a lot of recipes, and my cooking skills are pretty good."

After she finished speaking, she added, "Mr. Ji, if you need me during this period, I can do it for you every day."

Before Ji Bingqian could answer, someone knocked on the ward door.

“Knock knock—”

Zhou Yuan pushed open the door and walked in, followed by two nutritionists.

As soon as the three of them entered the door, they saw Xu Yueqing holding a spoon and feeding Ji Bingqian porridge.

Zhou Yuan paused, and the two nutritionists also stood there in a daze.

Zhou Yuan reacted first and stepped forward: "Mr. Ji, this is the nutritionist specially arranged by your wife. She will be responsible for your diet for the next period of time."