Only the younger brother was still fast asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed), and Xie Muqing was nowhere to be seen.
She hastily put on her clothes and went outside to look for him, but she couldn't find him in the yard.
She became uneasy.
She searched every corner but couldn't find it. Finally, she found the figure in the kitchen.
His thin yet tall body was pitifully huddled in a small wheelchair, his head bowed as he piled firewood into the fire pit.
The glowing red firewood reflected on his face, adding a touch of allure to his fair complexion.
It was clearly his first time doing something like this, and he was choked by the smoke, turning his face away and coughing incessantly.
The noodle soup in the pot was constantly boiling and steaming.
It emits a rich fragrance.
After extinguishing the firewood, Xie Muqing pushed his wheelchair to the large pot and slowly stood up, trembling as he held onto the wheelchair.
He supported himself on the stove with his left hand.
Because he supports his entire weight with only one arm, a large patch of blue veins bulges on the back of his hand.
After much trouble, Xie Muqing finally managed to scoop the dough pieces from the pot into a bowl.
He held a bowl in one hand and pushed the wheelchair slowly out with the other.
It's already difficult to move a wooden wheelchair on muddy ground.
He could only use one hand, so he pushed very slowly, step by step.
The hand holding the bowl of dumpling soup was red from being scalded by the hot porcelain bowl for so long.
The scene before her eyes made Lin Yan's heart burn.
She couldn't hold back any longer, stepped forward, snatched the bowl from his hand, and placed it on the kitchen table.
Xie Muqing looked up in astonishment.
When he saw Lin Yan, his peach blossom eyes suddenly shone as brightly as the starry sky.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
