She no longer refused, lowered her head, and ate the egg that was given to her by her brother in small bites. She felt that her heart was as warm and fragrant as the bowl of noodles.
The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier, and the dense raindrops hit the glass window, making a continuous rustling sound.
Jin Annuo drank the delicious noodle soup and secretly looked up at his brother beside him.
He was concentrating on eating his bowl of noodles, his profile looking particularly gentle under the warm kitchen light. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, hiding the slight frown that often formed when he worked.
She suddenly remembered when she was very young, it was also a cold and wet rainy day, and she also had a bowl of hot noodles.
When my parents were still alive, my mother always liked to put lots of dried shrimp and seaweed in her noodle soup.
Later, when my parents passed away, my brother became the busy figure in the kitchen.
"Brother," An Nuo put down his chopsticks, his voice a little muffled because it was filled with food and emotions, "Thank you."
Jin Chanyun raised his head and looked at her in surprise.
The girl's eyes were bright, reflecting the light and the fire, as if stars had fallen into her eyes, with pure gratitude and dependence.
"Thank you for what?" he asked, taking out a tissue and handing it to her to wipe the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you for cooking noodles for me," An Nuo took the tissue and said seriously, "Thank you... for always being there."
Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the sound of rain and fell into Jin Chanyun's heart.
Jin Suyun's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.
He looked at his sister's serious little face, and her eyes, which looked like his mother's, were filled with undisguised attachment.
It was as if time had gone back, and he saw again the little girl who had clutched the corner of his clothes tightly and cried heartbreakingly at the funeral.
"Jin Annuo," his voice was low and gentle, with a power that could soothe everything, "You are my sister. If I'm not here, who will cook noodles for you?"
He paused, his eyes falling on the remaining noodles in her bowl, and his tone took on a touch of his usual, unquestionable gentleness, "Eat quickly, the noodles are going to clumping up."
Jin Annuo nodded vigorously, picked up the chopsticks again and started eating with big mouthfuls.
Jin Suyun watched her return to the food, and the curve of his mouth deepened. He picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat the simple noodles in the bowl.
The rain continued to fall, tirelessly washing over the city. The fire in the fireplace leaped, emitting a warm glow.
In the kitchen, the hot steam gradually dissipated, leaving only the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl and the warm fragrance lingering in the air.
She put down the empty bowl contentedly, touched her slightly bulging belly, and let out a contented sigh.
She jumped off the high stool and, like a satisfied little animal, rubbed against Jin Chanyun and leaned naturally on the armrest of the chair he was sitting on.
"Brother, let's continue with the puzzle, shall we?" She looked up, her eyes bright and moist from having eaten and drunk enough. "I'm sure I can put the star in the right place this time!"
He reached out and rubbed the top of her head gently out of habit.
"Okay," he replied, with an indulgent smile in his voice, "but this time, if you fall into the fireplace again, there won't be another bowl of noodles to comfort you."
"No way!" Jin Annuo immediately stood up straight, vowed, ran back to sit on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and immersed himself in the brilliant sea of stars again.
Jin Chanyun looked at her serious back, the flames dancing on her body.
He cleared the dishes on the table very quietly, for fear of disturbing her.
He dried his hands, returned to the fireplace, sat down beside her, and picked up another piece of silver. The carpet was soft, the fire was warm, and beside him was his sister who depended on him completely.
He lowered his head, his eyes falling on the small puzzle piece in his hand, which represented a distant star. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he precisely embedded it into the position that was waiting for it.
The starlight quietly lit up in his eyes.
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