But if Baby liked it, he wouldn't argue. Seeing her brows furrow in pain, Mo Yinhe gently rubbed her hair and said, "Wait here. I'll go make it. Once it's ready, I'll bring it up. For now, get some sleep. When you wake up, I guarantee you'll hear the soup simmering."
Si Mingjing nodded, closed her eyes, and truly fell asleep.
Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps the painkiller had a soporific effect, but she quickly drifted off to sleep.
After Mo Yinhe went downstairs, he headed to the kitchen. Bo Leng was waiting for him in the dining room to eat. After a while, when Mo Yinhe still hadn't come out of the kitchen, Bo Leng got up and went to take a look.
Under the warm orange light, Mo Yinhe's tall figure stood by the sink, cleaning ribs.
Bo Leng looked thoroughly exasperated. He walked over, stood shoulder to shoulder beside Mo Yinhe, and said, "I don't eat ribs."
