"Hehe, I was a little anxious just now." Shi Miao said apologetically, and stuck out her tongue innocently after finishing speaking.

What did she see when she came in?

His... ass.

When Shi Meow thought about it, she was a little embarrassed.

Zhan Yeling's black eyes just glanced at her lightly, without saying a word.

With her support, he walked out of the bathroom.

Shi Miao helped him to sit up on the bed, and fed him the porridge.

Zhan Yeling took a bite and said, "Have you eaten?"

"Well, I ate it at home." Shi Miao replied.

"Why are you here so late?" Zhan Yeling asked afterwards, it was indeed a little late, it was almost ten o'clock now.

He woke up at seven in the morning and had been waiting for her.

"I made claypot rice by myself at home and wanted to bring it over for you to eat, so I was a little late." Shi Miao said apologetically.

"You made the claypot rice yourself?" Her words caught Zhan Yeling's attention.

"Yeah." Shi Miao nodded: "I watched the video and saw a tutorial on how to make claypot rice. It looks delicious. I was so hungry, I thought you should like to eat, so I followed the video to make it. Bring it for you to eat."

"Okay." Zhan Yeling agreed.

He was in a good mood, and she was able to cook for him herself. This kind of intention alone was enough to make him happy for several days.

Zhan Yeling was in a good mood, and he ate quickly and deliciously.

Zhan Yeling had just finished eating when Cheng Jiuyuan came in with a happy expression on his face: "Shimiao, your claypot rice is made by Yeningyuan's kitchen, it actually fits the child's taste, he ate it all up!"

You know, Ling Chenchen has been picky about claypot rice since yesterday afternoon. Almost all the restaurants in the city that make claypot rice are disgusted.

Unexpectedly, he could eat the claypot rice cooked by Ye Ning Yuan's kitchen!

"Does that child like to eat?" Shi Miao didn't expect it either: "It's good for him to eat."

She was very relieved to be able to help a child who was about to starve herself to death.

"Well, I ate very well and fell asleep now." Cheng Jiuyuan smiled and said to her: "By the way, didn't I see that you still have a bowl? Can you lend it to him for lunch?"

"No!" Before Shi Miao could speak, Zhan Yeling Binghan's voice resounded decisively.

Cheng Jiuyuan's smile paused on his face, and he looked at Zhan Yeling: "Young Master Zhan, he is still a five-year-old child. He is very picky about eating because of his autism. If he doesn't get relief, he will starve to death."

"That's his business." Zhan Yeling's attitude was non-negotiable.

Anyway, he won't give up that claypot rice to others.

"Young Master Zhan, you are such a big person, can you stop acting like a child?" Cheng Jiuyuan asked him.

Zhan Yeling's black eyes were instantly cold, and he cast a menacing look at Cheng Jiuyuan.

When Shi Miao saw that the situation was not good, he quickly smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, you can take that claypot rice. I'll go back at noon and make a fresh one for Zhan Yeling."

After she finished speaking to Cheng Jiuyuan, she looked at Zhan Yeling again, with a coaxing smile: "Fresh ones taste better, don't they?"

Zhan Yeling raised his eyes and stared at Shi Miao: "No."

Shi Meow: "Why?"

Zhan Yeling: "If you must give it to him, then give him the one you made again."

Shi Meow: "Why?"

Zhan Yeling turned his head away and didn't answer.

How could he say that because Shi Miao wanted to cook this claypot rice for him from the bottom of his heart, and made it for him?

Even if she went back to make it at noon, it was to fill his stomach, not to really want to make it for him.

Only this one, Shi Miao sincerely wanted him to taste her craft.