Si Yiyan scooped a bowl of porridge and topped it with some red bean paste and osmanthus honey. The bowl of piping hot porridge was bursting with a sweet aroma. "Aren't you hungry? The porridge is ready. The doctor said that it'd be better for you to eat more bland and healthy foods when you're sick. It'd be better for your digestion."
Wen Xinya sniffed and grabbed the bowl of porridge from his hands. She then ate a spoonful, after which the sweetness of the porridge filled her taste buds and warmed her heart. "It tastes great."
Si Yiyan smiled and watched her eat the porridge that he had cooked from scratch, filled with joy and satisfaction. He finally understood how much effort Wen Xinya had put in to take care of him when his arm was injured.