It seems that only in this way can she believe that all this is not a dream, but reality.
The two of them just hugged silently for a while, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Yu Yao suddenly raised her face, released him, turned around to look around, and hurriedly walked over to bring out the thermal container.
"Oh no, I completely forgot about this..." She quickly opened the lid, looked at the wontons inside, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Forget it, don't eat it. If you're not too hungry, just wait for lunch."
Standing behind her, Moses glanced at the wontons in the thermal container, which had absorbed too much water and were plump and misshapen. He reached over, took a spoon, and scooped one into his mouth.
"It's okay, I can eat it."
"How is that possible, it looks terrible. I'll dump it out." Yu Yao picked up the thermal container, "I'll make it for you again tomorrow."
"But I'm hungry now."
The man held the spoon, speaking in a tone like a big child.
