Small boxes of ice cream, each one placed next to another on the table, with different flavors in each box.
Mo Bei turned sideways, watching Jiao Yang place the ice cream boxes one by one, and the smile on his face gradually became a bit stiff.
"How did you know I wanted ice cream?"
"Because I’m Mr. Doraemon!" Jiao Yang also put the late-night snacks he was carrying on the table, "Ah, dumplings, buns, there’s also rice dishes... and look here, yogurt, bread... cookies... and instant noodles, you can eat whichever you like!"
The little supermarket had limited food options, not sure what she liked, he simply bought everything he could.
"Isn’t this too much?" Mo Bei looked at the pile of food in front of her.
"Just pick what you like to eat." Jiao Yang asked with a smile, "Which do you want to eat first?"
"Let’s start with the ice cream, otherwise, it’ll melt." Mo Bei said.
"NO!" Jiao Yang put the ice cream in a small bag, "Eating cold stuff on an empty stomach hurts your stomach, choose something else first."
"Then let’s eat the rice," Mo Bei did not insist, "What filling is in the dumplings?"
"There’s three delicacies, and tomato beef."
"I want tomato beef."
"Okay!"
Jiao Yang helped her set up the small table on the hospital bed, and took one box of dumplings to place on the table, pulling out a wet tissue, he naturally grabbed her left hand which didn’t have a needle inserted, helping her wipe her palm.
Holding her wrist with one hand, he carefully wiped her left hand, from the palm to the back of the hand, not even missing the fingers.
Staring at his focused profile, Mo Bei couldn’t help but lose herself.


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