The food that Ye Qi delivered was from well-known sources and was of excellent quality. The aroma was tantalizing and stimulated the appetite as soon as the takeaway containers were opened.
Xiao Yi had been eating only porridge and light dishes due to his illness. When he saw the delicious food on the table, he swallowed hard, his neck stretching out.
Watching his eager expression, Gu Qingxin said, "Why don't we eat together?"
"No. The doctor said that Xiao Yi's diet should be light for the time being." Beiming Han promptly refused.
Upon hearing Beiming Han's words, Xiao Yi's little head drooped, and he looked utterly despondent.
Gu Qingxin found it hard too, and cared for him a lot, but remembering his condition from yesterday, she couldn't afford to let her heart soften.
She could only say, "Xiao Yi, once you're better, I'll cook you the most delicious food, okay?"
Xiao Yi nodded sullenly, but he wanted to eat now.
