When Wen Jin arrived at Jing Xiaocha's hospital room, Aunt Chen had just brought dinner.
That afternoon, after Wen Jin finished the call with Jing Xiaocha on her phone, Aunt Chen went home to make dinner for her.
"The food smells so good, Aunt Chen's cooking is getting better and better."
Wen Jin breathed in the aroma of the dishes in the air, a warm curve on his lips, and even Mo Yu's eyes were filled with warmth.
Jing Xiaocha was watching Aunt Chen serve the rice, and when she heard the voice, she looked towards the door.
Upon meeting Wen Jin's warm gaze, a smile unconsciously appeared on her clear and lovely face, "Brother Wen, you're off work, did you have dinner yet?"
Wen Jin walked gracefully towards the hospital bed, responding to Jing Xiaocha as he moved, "I just got off work and came straight to the hospital, haven't had time for dinner yet."
"Well, that's perfect. Aunt Chen made extra, so you can join us."
