A pot of stewed pig's trotter soup, since one cannot eat heavily flavored things during confinement, Beichen Rui didn't add much seasoning to it.
The bodyguard fetched a plate and a bowl of rice from the kitchen and then returned to the entrance of the hospital room.
"Mommy, try and see how it tastes. Daddy made it all by himself!"
"Mm, did you eat already? There's too much, I can't finish it, come eat with me!"
Jingxi shook his head hurriedly, "I've eaten. Mommy, take your time. I'll go play with my sister."
Ye Xinluo only ate half a bowl of rice before she couldn't eat anymore. After the bodyguard cleared the items, Jingxi carefully took his sister out of the crib, walking very slowly to prevent any mistakes, and handed her over to Ye Xinluo by the bedside.
His sister was hungry and needed to be fed, so Jingxi obediently drew the curtains and ran back to the sofa to play on his phone.
