"What happened to the eldest lady?" The servants of the family came over, and everyone was in a very heavy mood.
This is an era where everyone is online. The servants all know that something big has happened at home, and no one dares to rest.
"Asleep." Shen Yancheng held Jiang Xiaorou and went directly to the second floor. He knew which room Xiaorou's was. He had been here once before and had entered Xiaorou's boudoir. He didn't expect to come again today.
He carefully put the sleeping Xiaorou on the bed, helped her take off her shoes and coat, and covered her with the quilt. Shen Yancheng wanted to leave, but he was afraid that Xiaorou would be too uncomfortable when she woke up. The house was full of servants, and there was not even a single person to talk to.
Xiaorou hadn't eaten for the whole day, but he decided to stay. He even called home and asked the servant to send Xuanxuan over. He hoped that when Xiaorou woke up and saw Xuanxuan, she would feel better.
Shen Yancheng had already noticed that Xiaorou particularly liked Xuanxuan.
Then.
Shen Yancheng went downstairs and walked around the kitchen. The servant came over quickly.
"Mr. Shen, are you hungry? Do you need us to prepare anything for you?" The servant did not dare to neglect.
"You all go and rest! I'll do it myself." Shen Yancheng didn't want to eat himself. He was afraid that Xiaorou was hungry, so he wanted to make some porridge for him so that he could eat it whenever he woke up.
In the kitchen, Shen Yancheng was cooking porridge. He was busy running around by himself. Although he couldn't help Xiaorou in any way, it was nice to be able to accompany her when she was upset.
"Daddy." Xuanxuan came.
“Yeah.” Shen Yancheng nodded slightly.
"Where's my aunt? I heard that grandpa passed away. I think my aunt must be very sad!" Xuanxuan asked.
According to seniority, Xuanxuan was Jiang Yufei's child and often came back to the Jiang family. He should indeed call Xiaorou's father "grandpa", and he always did so before. Moreover, Xiaorou's father was very good to Xuanxuan, and Xuanxuan also liked his grandpa very much. He was also very uncomfortable when he heard the news.
"Don't disturb her if she's sleeping upstairs. Go to the next room and rest. I'll call you if I need you." Shen Yancheng said.
"Okay, Daddy, then you should go to bed early too." Xuanxuan went to bed very sensibly and would not cause any trouble to anyone, because he knew that although he could not help at this time, as long as he did not cause trouble, it would be the greatest help to his aunt and daddy.
After Shen Yancheng cooked the porridge, he put it in the kitchen to keep it warm. As long as the power was not turned off, Xiaorou could eat it at any time when she woke up. He got up and went to the second floor. He originally wanted to see her, but as soon as he reached the door, he found that Xiaorou had woken up. She was sitting alone at the head of the bed, lying on her legs with her hands hugging her knees, her eyes very innocent.
At this moment, she was just a little girl, a little girl who especially needed someone to comfort her.
"woke up?"
Shen Yancheng walked in.
Jiang Xiaorou glanced at him indifferently. She had really been crying for too long, her eyes were so swollen that she could hardly lift her eyelids.
"You haven't eaten all day. I just made some porridge. Would you like to try it?" Shen Yancheng asked.
He spoke to Jiang Xiaorou very carefully, fearing that something he said would make her unhappy and cry again.
Next second.
Jiang Xiaorou really started crying, and Shen Yancheng was in a panic every minute. He didn't do anything, he just made some porridge for her. She didn't want to drink it or didn't like it, so she didn't drink it. Why did she cry?
Shen Yancheng fumbled around the room looking for tissues. He found a roll of paper in the drawer under the wardrobe and directly handed it over. He pulled the paper towels with both hands and they flew out, landing all over the bed.
He grabbed a pack and opened it, then handed it to Jiang Xiaorou, but she didn't even think about reaching out and continued to cry. Shen Yancheng quickly pulled out a few sheets and clumsily helped her wipe her tears.
"If you don't like the porridge, then don't drink it. Why are you crying?"
"What did I say that made you feel bad? Or is it that you feel uncomfortable just being here? Then I'm leaving now. Can you stop crying?"
“…”
Shen Yancheng kept pulling out tissues to help Jiang Xiaorou wipe her tears. She didn't cry out loud, but just kept shedding tears. Her expression was both distressing and scary. Shen Yancheng couldn't stand women's tears the most. Seeing Jiang Xiaorou in this horrible state, she seemed to be torturing him to death!
soon.
Shen Yancheng had used up all the paper in his hand, so he grabbed two more packs and opened them quickly.
At this time.
Jiang Xiaorou finally stopped crying.
"When my father was alive, he would cook for me. He was a very good cook. But I won't be able to eat his food anymore because he is gone..." Jiang Xiaorou said, tears still falling.
Shen Yancheng then understood that it was not that he did something wrong, but that he did the same thing as Xiaorou's father, which brought back Xiaorou's memories, and that was why she cried.
Now, Shen Yancheng didn't know what to say. Although he had many questions in his heart that he wanted to ask Xiao Rou, now was not the time. He chose not to speak, but just helped her wipe away her tears when they fell.
Jiang Xiaorou cried for a long time before she stopped. The first thing she said was, "I'm hungry. Where's the porridge you made?"
She finally wanted to eat.
"Go get it right away."
Shen Yancheng ran so fast. Xiaorou wanted to eat, which made him happier than when he was hungry and wanted to eat. He ran to the kitchen, scooped out the porridge in a bowl and brought it upstairs.
The porridge had just been cooked and had been kept warm. It was now extremely hot. Shen Yancheng was anxious to let Xiaorou eat the porridge immediately so that she could recover as soon as possible. He did not consider how hot the porridge bowl was and held it directly with both hands.
Jiang Xiaorou sat at the head of the bed, looking at the clumsy Shen Yancheng. His hands were burned red by carrying a bowl of porridge, but he didn't feel it at all. He even sat down and helped her blow the porridge.
"It's very hot. Let me blow on it before you eat it," he said.
The serious look of blowing the porridge was quite handsome and warm. Jiang Xiaorou sat on the head of the bed, hugged her knees with her hands and lay on her legs. Looking at Shen Yancheng blowing the porridge, she felt indescribable in her heart.
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