The night outside the window deepened, and in the rest room, Song Yansheng's complexion had improved considerably; the stomach medicine had taken effect.
Even though it was early May, the night breeze was still a bit chilly. Shi Nuan got up, walked to the window, and closed it.
Turning around, she asked Song Yansheng, "Second Uncle, would you like some water?"
Song Yansheng shook his head, "…Not for now!"
"Then are you hungry? I can go downstairs to see if Aunt Hui has finished cooking the porridge…"
"No need!" Song Yansheng sighed, "Aunt Hui is probably here; I hear footsteps outside!"
"…Oh."
Shi Nuan responded, feeling quite embarrassed.
Just then, a knock on the door came, followed by Aunt Hui's voice, "Sir, Madam, the porridge is ready…"
Shi Nuan bit her lip: Song Yansheng guessed it right!
"Come in!" Song Yansheng replied with a smile.
