The man opened the door, and the nutritionist stood at the entrance with a tray, "Young Master Jue, this is the red bean porridge you requested..."
As she spoke and was about to come in, Mo Nanjue reached out to take it, "Starting tomorrow, her three meals and snacks should follow the plan on the chart."
"Yes, Young Master Jue."
Mo Nanjue carried the porridge back to the room, and Tong Ran sat up, "I'm sorry."
That same sentence again.
She really was addicted to saying it.
Mo Nanjue didn't speak, he took two throw pillows and placed them behind her, letting her lean against the headboard.
Tong Ran obediently complied, the man picked up a porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful of red bean porridge, and brought it to her lips.
Tong Ran's eyes began to sting, and she deliberately didn't open her mouth, "I'm afraid it's hot."
Mo Nanjue retracted the spoon, blew on it lightly a few times, then tested the temperature on his thin lips before handing it over again.
