Huahua looked very happy and stretched out her soft little paws to touch Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan stopped watching TV and just kept playing with Huahua.

"Little thing, why are you so small? What do you like to eat? Dried fish or cat food?" Song Shaoyan held Huahua and talked to it.

Song Shaoyan was not annoyed even when flowers were tickling him.

Ning An would sometimes come out, and when he came out, he would see Song Shaoyan playing with the kitten, like a child.

He was wearing loose and thick black home clothes, maybe because of illness. He was as gentle as a cat, with no trace of temper on his face.

In the kitchen, Xiaoduo whispered: "Sister An An, Mr. Song seems to be very happy. I have never seen him so happy since I came here."

"Maybe he likes cats."

"I don't think so." Xiaoduo is not stupid, she can feel the difference between Mr. Song and Ning An, although Ning An himself does not admit it.

Ning'an cooked some dishes.

When it was time to eat at noon, Song Shaoyan came to the kitchen door with Huahua in his wheelchair: "Is the meal ready?"

Ning An glanced at him: "Are you hungry?"

"Um."

"It's almost ready. Don't come in. There is oil smoke in the kitchen," Ning An said.

Song Shaoyan didn't go in, but he sat at the door for a long time, his fiery eyes falling on Ning An, his eyes fixed, motionless, and he didn't shy away from anything.

Sometimes Xiaoduo would sneak out when he saw his burning eyes and never return to the kitchen.

"I want to eat the minced eggplant you made." Song Shaoyan said at the door like a child.

"It's not like you didn't like eating before."

"You love to eat."

"I love to eat, so you just eat it? It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe this... can make me feel that you are still around."

Faced with his passionate confession, Ning An suddenly didn't know what to say. He moved his lips, pretended not to hear, and continued cooking.

Song Shaoyan knew that he had not been kind to her. Even on his birthday, she cooked a table of dishes and he didn't come back to eat.

He really wanted to... start over.

"The food you cook is very delicious, I want to eat it." Song Shaoyan did not shy away from it.

"You'll be able to eat it soon, don't talk about it."

"But what if you leave...I won't be able to eat..."

"You haven't eaten my cooking a few times, right?" Ning An rolled his eyes at him, "Don't be pretentious."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

Ning An felt that this man was too pretentious and pretentious.

"Give it." Ning An wanted to take the dishes to the restaurant, but Song Shaoyan blocked the door.

"Oh." Song Shaoyan turned sideways.

Huahua moved restlessly in Song Shaoyan's arms, looking greedily at the food in Ning An's hand.

"You want to eat too?" Song Shaoyan lowered his head and touched its little head, "If you don't give it to me, it's all mine."

When Ning An heard his childish words, she was both angry and funny. In fact... she had never seen Song Shaoyan like this before, he was as childish as a teenage boy.

During the meal, Xiaoduo and the others deliberately stayed away, leaving Ning An and Song Shaoyan alone.

Song Shaoyan brought her some food: "Eat more, you are too thin. Is there no one to take care of you in New York?"

"I don't eat meat. I want to lose weight. I'm not thin." Ning An didn't want to talk to him and put the braised pork into his bowl. "You should eat more. The doctor didn't say that your immunity is too weak."

"Then let's have a piece each."

Ning'an: "..."

I always feel like something is weird.
Chapter completed!