Looking at Meng Wange’s pale cheeks, the messy strands of hair on her forehead, and her weak voice, Su Wanli pursed her lips in silence.
‘What happened?’
She clearly looked much better when I left. How did she end up like this in the time it took to cook some porridge?
‘Did my unreasonable behavior this morning make her condition worse?’
Before Su Wanli could start blaming herself, Meng Wange blinked gently and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Her gaze fell upon the white porcelain bowl with a lid that Su Wanli was holding.
“Miss Su…”
The brown-haired girl on the bed spoke softly while rubbing her Sun Acupoints. “What you’re holding… could it be today’s lun—”
“Huh? This—this is nothing! It’s just… an empty bowl! Yes, just an empty bowl!”
Before Meng Wange could finish, Su Wanli immediately denied it. She set the white porcelain bowl on the desk and used her body to block the girl’s view.
‘No, I can’t let a sick person eat this.’
‘It would be fine if I ate it, but what if something actually happens to Meng Wange if she eats it?’
However, the Aura of Main Heroine clearly didn’t notice Su Wanli’s “good intentions.”
Despite such an obvious cover-up, Meng Wange sniffed the air gently and smiled. “There is the scent of rice, yams, and vegetables in the air… Did Zhang Ma make vegetable porridge today?”
Faced with this “provocation,” Su Wanli instinctively retorted, “Zhang Ma? I clearly made this my—”
‘Damn it, I let it slip.’
Realizing her mistake, Su Wanli sighed softly, gave up on the deception, and shook her head.
“Fine. I did make it. It has nothing to do with Zhang Ma.”
“Of course, it has nothing to do with you either. I just went to the kitchen on a whim today to play around and happened to make a bit extra. Since you have a cold, I suppose I could spare some for you.”
Since she couldn’t hide it anymore, Su Wanli simply gave up. She placed the white porcelain bowl on the bedside table, turned her chair around, and snorted coldly with her back to Meng Wange.
“But this is the first time I’ve ever made porridge, so it’s normal if there are some mistakes. Take it or leave it, I’m not forcing you.”
Before she could finish, Meng Wange’s cheerful voice rang out from behind her.
“Oh? Really? You made this for me yourself?”
“Tsk, were you even listening to me! I made it myself, but not specifically for you!”
Su Wanli turned back huffily, only to meet Meng Wange’s sparkling eyes.
“I see, Miss Su. Thank you for being willing to share the fruits of your labor with me.”
Meng Wange nodded with a smile, but after a moment of thought, a troubled expression appeared on her face.
“However, I’m a bit weak right now. I might not be able to stay sitting for very long. If I drink it slowly by myself, it might get cold before I finish.”
She curled the corners of her mouth slightly and tapped her cheek with a finger.
“So, Miss Su…”
“Huh? So what?”
“Would you be willing to feed me again, like you did this morning?”
“Feed you again?”
Su Wanli froze for a second before her eyes widened in anger.
“Ha? Of course not! Who do you think I am? A maid? You think I’ll just do whatever you say?”
“Besides, you have hands and feet. Why should I have to feed you!”
“All right then.”
Meng Wange didn’t look disappointed. She simply shrugged with a smile and reached out with a slightly trembling hand to open the lid of the white porcelain bowl.
Even though Su Wanli had tried her best to “rescue” the appearance of the porridge while serving it, it still didn’t look very appetizing.
The purple sweet potatoes had dyed the porridge a strange shade of purple, cabbage leaves floated on the surface, and the center was a mixture of red and yellow vegetable chunks, along with scattered bits of white Chuanbei.
To put it simply, it was a disaster.
Watching Meng Wange remain silent, Su Wanli subconsciously held her breath.
‘Should I feed her after all?’
‘It’s a bit out of character, but it might at least lessen the pain of eating this porridge…’
However, before she could speak—
Meng Wange gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and slowly put it into her mouth.
“Phew…”
A moment later, she smiled slightly.
“The flavors of the corn and carrots blend very well… and are these pieces of Chuanbei?”
“Thank you, Miss Su. This is a very delicious bowl of vegetable porridge.”
“I told you I didn’t make it for you!”
Su Wanli remained stubborn, but in her heart, little flowers were blooming one after another.
‘Hehe, really?’
‘It seems she likes it quite a bit. My efforts weren’t in vain then.’
However, Meng Wange wasn’t finished.
She put down the spoon and said softly, “However…”
“However what?”
“This bowl is a bit much for me. If it gets cold, it would be a waste.”
She thought for a moment, scooped up another spoonful of porridge, and held the spoon toward Su Wanli.
“So, Miss Su, would you like to eat with me?”
Before Su Wanli could react, the White Dumpling in her pocket suddenly became heavy, and a glowing notification appeared before her eyes—
**[A. Sure, I’m a bit hungry too. It’s my honor to taste it with you. — Female Villain Value -5]**
**[B. You dog, how dare you push your luck. Giving you a bite of porridge is already an act of mercy; say one more word and see if I don’t tear your mouth apart. — Female Villain Value +5]**
**[C. Hehe, first the forehead, then the lips… You think I don’t see what you’re doing, Meng Wange? You clearly have some lewd intentions. You lowly thing!]**