"Eating porridge is good for your health and good for your baby."
Xi Shuge thoughtfully took Wen Jiaren to the famous breakfast shop in X city.
He ordered a bowl of glutinous rice porridge and handed it to Wen Jiaren: "Try it, it's delicious. It tastes like mother's."
Wen Jiaren took it, took a spoon, and took a careful bite. It was really delicious.
Xi Shuge looked at Wen Jiaren and suddenly smiled, with a smile as bright as the sun: "How is it? Does it taste good? My mother likes to cook porridge like this for me to drink."
"Really? That's great." When Wen Jiaren heard these words, a trace of loneliness appeared on her face.
Xi Shuge saw the loneliness on the woman's face and thought he had said the wrong thing. He was so frightened that he held his breath and looked nervous.
However, Wen Jiaren curved her lips and smiled in the next second: "I really envy you for having a mother. My mother was admitted to a mental hospital when I was very young. I don't know how the treatment is now. It's ridiculous.
Yes, it doesn’t matter who she sees. As long as she sees me, she will hurt herself like crazy..."
She frowned, hiding the sadness in her eyes.
No matter how eloquent Xi Shuge was, he still didn't know how to coax the woman in front of him.
Wen Jiaren lowered her head and drank her porridge in big gulps. At the end of the drink, she started laughing, laughing and laughing, until she choked herself.
He lowered his head and kept coughing.
Seeing this, Xi Shuge frowned slightly, with a bit of self-blame in his eyes. He took out a tissue and wiped away the residue around her mouth, "I'm sorry, I mentioned words that made you sad."
