"Qiqi, are you really sure your sixth brother is just sleeping?" Madam Ji asked worriedly. "I don't mean to doubt you, but aren't there those ghosts that steal people's souls in their dreams?"
If Xiao Liu encounters that kind of ghost, wouldn't it look almost like he's asleep?
Qiqi knew that her mother was overly concerned and confused, so she didn't take it to heart at all. "Really, Mom, there's no yin energy in Sixth Brother's room. It's not a ghost. He's just sleeping!"
After Qiqi finished speaking, she blinked her big, dark eyes and said meaningfully, "Maybe, when Sixth Brother wakes up from his nap, his illness will be much better!"
Will Xiao Liu get better?
Could it be that he's sleeping so soundly because Qi Bao gave him some kind of medicine?
Thinking about it this way, Madam Ji felt relieved.
She patted her chest, her expression relaxing, and a gentle smile returned to her face. "Since your sixth brother is alright, let him sleep. Let's go downstairs for breakfast."
"Great!" Qiqi's eyes lit up at the mention of food.
Madam Ji loved seeing her little foodie act and couldn't help but affectionately pinch her chubby cheeks. "You go down first, I'll go call your little brother Jiu."
"Uh-huh."
Normally, Qiqi would definitely go with Madam Ji.
But now she was very hungry and couldn't wait to go downstairs for a delicious breakfast, so after saying goodbye to her mother, she turned around and ran downstairs.
As she ran, she called out in a clear voice, "Auntie, Qiqi is hungry! Qiqi wants chicken porridge and steamed buns!"
"Yes, Miss!" Downstairs, the maid responded affectionately and immediately brought the food that Qiqi had requested to her small dining table.
As soon as Qiqi came down, a maid carefully carried her onto the small dining table.
Hand her a small spoon so she can start eating right away.
With a small spoon in one hand and a small steamed bun in the other, Qiqi happily took a bite of the bun, chewed it a couple of times, and then scooped a spoonful of chicken porridge into her mouth.
The little girl ate very quickly, but without any messiness. On the contrary, she ate cleanly and in an orderly manner, which was very pleasing to the eye.
At first, when Ji Chengfeng and his wife brought Qiqi back, the servants in the villa were a little worried.
They were really worried that she might have many bad habits and be difficult to take care of, since she was an adopted child from an orphanage and so young.
Unexpectedly, Qiqi was very well-behaved and sensible. Not only was she very polite and not willful or unruly at all, but she was also able to take care of many things on her own. She could do everything independently, such as eating, washing up, and dressing, without them having to worry about her.
They haven't learned how to manage their fine, soft hair yet, but Madam Ji combs their hair every day.
To be honest, they had never seen a master's family easier to serve than the Ji family.
Therefore, the Ji family's bodyguards and servants are all highly loyal.
After Qiqi finished eating the three steamed buns, Madam Ji and Huo Yusen came downstairs together.
The little girl, biting into her fourth steamed bun, greeted everyone with a sweet smile, "Mommy, Little Nine Brother, come and have breakfast! The steamed buns are so delicious today; you can tell Mommy made them herself just by tasting them."
Madam Ji often cooked in her spare time.
So her cooking skills are not bad, but they are far inferior to the chef her family specially hired.
But now Qiqi actually praised her steamed buns for being delicious, even better than the chef's. This is the greatest affirmation and encouragement for someone who loves cooking.
Mrs. Ji was a little embarrassed by the praise, and smiled modestly from ear to ear, "You put honey on your lips first thing in the morning, did you secretly eat candy before going to bed last night?"
"No way, Qiqi is telling the truth!" The little girl's face was full of sincerity, and her big eyes were so innocent and pure, which made people's hearts soften even more.
"Eat more if you like it, Mom made a lot!"
Although Qiqi is not a picky eater and will eat almost anything given to her.
But she still has a few favorite foods.
One is a chicken leg, and the other is a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling).
Madam Ji doted on her daughter and naturally wanted to learn how to cook her favorite dishes so she could make them for her herself.
"Thank you, Mom."
Mrs. Ji was completely charmed and gently invited Huo Yusen to sit down and eat as well.
The morning sunlight was warm and gentle, streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, making the entire room exceptionally bright and cozy.
The interaction between the little girl and her mother adds to this warmth, and her delicate smiling eyes and brows add even more tenderness.
Huo Yusen watched from the side, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
When Dad, Mom, and my older siblings were still alive, the Huo family's morning dining room would occasionally have such warm and wonderful moments.
However, with one family member after another encountering misfortune, the Huo family has not experienced anything like this in a long time.
After his leg was injured, he was always depressed and rarely smiled.
Grandma is over eighty years old, an age when she should be enjoying her retirement, but she has to continue running the company despite her advanced age. The pressure adds to the seriousness of this strong woman who was known for her decisiveness in her youth.
At the dinner table, the two of them usually bury themselves in their food and eat quickly, rarely speaking to each other.
He often felt that the Huo family villa was not a home, but a quiet and magnificent tomb.
But now, the warm strings in his heart that hadn't been touched for a long time were re-stirred because of his chance encounter with Qiqi.
He can't even imagine what it would be like if one day he had to go back to living that quiet, tomb-like life.
He'd probably go crazy!
Huo Yusen thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
Unexpectedly, Qiqi's influence on him had reached such a profound level.
Huo Yusen maneuvered his wheelchair to the dining chair, reached out and grabbed the armrest to pull the chair back a little, then braced himself with his wrists, trying to move his body over, just as he always did.
However, the little girl, who was eating a steamed bun, didn't even look up, but just as he was about to get up, she said, "Brother Xiao Jiu, you can try to see if you can stand up and move over."
Huo Yusen was taken aback.
Then he was overjoyed.
His eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and his fingers gripping the armrest clenched so tightly that the back of his hand turned bluish-white.
"Qiqi, you mean..."
"Little Brother Jiu has been receiving acupuncture for so long, so he should have already seen some results."
However, she had kept it a secret because she was worried that if Huo Yusen found out, he would keep trying and it would eventually put a strain on his legs, which had just begun to recover.
Huo Yusen, on the other hand, was used to living without his legs and had never thought of trying it. He was still waiting for Qiqi to speak.
Huo Yusen took a deep breath, calming the agitation in his heart. Instead of rushing things, he gripped the handrail and tried to stand up little by little.
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