Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

When she opened her eyes again, Lin Xi was awakened by hunger.

The sky outside the window was half bright and half dark, and the light blue morning mist wrapped in the shadows of the trees floated on the gauze curtains. The warmth from body temperature still remained on the duvet, mixed with a certain ambiguous atmosphere.

She blinked her sleepy eyes and reached to her left out of habit, but her fingertips only touched the slightly cool pillow.

"Song Guanwen..."

She pursed her dry lips, squeezed a hoarse call from her throat, and struggled to support her body with her elbows, trying to sit up.

But just as she twisted her body and exerted force, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body, which ran along her waist, spine and up to the back of her neck, causing her movements to freeze in place.

"Hiss-ouch!"

Caught off guard, Lin Xi gasped and let out a short cry of pain. The strength she had just maintained disappeared in an instant, and she fell heavily back into the fluffy bedding.

The absurd memories of the previous night flooded into her mind. Lin Xi covered her waist with her hands and rubbed it for a long time with a grimace in her mouth before she gradually got used to the soreness in her back. She couldn't help but curse Song Guanwen in her heart again.

After lying in the warm quilt for a long time, the soreness in her body subsided a little, and a deep sleepiness came over her again. Lin Xi really wanted to fall asleep like this, but the persistent hunger in her stomach kept disturbing her consciousness, so she had no choice but to open her eyes again.

"Song Guanwen..." She called out again in a hoarse voice, her voice sounded particularly clear in the quiet room, but after a long while, there was still no response.

Realizing that Song Guanwen was really gone, Lin Xi felt a subtle sense of loss in her heart. She sighed softly, then resigned herself to her fate and carefully moved up.

While putting on her shoes, her eyes inadvertently swept across the bedside table, and her gaze paused. There was a glass of water on the bedside table, and a folded piece of paper underneath.

She picked up the cup and her fingertips touched the warm wall of the cup. The temperature was neither hot nor cold, just right for drinking. She couldn't help but pursed her slightly astringent lips, picked up the cup and took a sip.

The warm honey water flowed down her throat, and Lin Xi sighed comfortably. She tilted her head back and drank the water in one gulp. Then she put down the cup, picked up the piece of paper, and moved her eyes down along the familiar and slightly sloppy handwriting, line by line.

"Honey, I'm going out to buy something and will be back soon."

"The porridge is warm in the kitchen. If you're hungry, have some first."

"Stuff your clothes and socks inside the quilt to keep them warm, then put them on before going out.

"I've packed your luggage. I've placed the facial cleanser and towels in the cabinet next to the sink..."

A small piece of note paper was filled with his writing, with almost no blank space left. From big things like his whereabouts to small things like the location of facial cleanser and toothpaste... every detail was written on this small piece of paper.

Looking at this posture, it doesn't look like she's going to go shopping nearby. It looks more like she's going on a long journey of ten days or half a month. Before leaving, she has been told every detail she can think of, as if she is afraid that she will get lost in her own home.

"I'm not a three-year-old child, why do I act like I can't take care of myself..."

Looking at the powerful handwriting on the note that was almost breaking through the paper, Lin Xi couldn't help but mutter something under her breath, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly uncontrollably.

They have been married for many years. Song Guanwen never interferes with her work. Whether she is lazy and wants to take a break or takes risks to meet new challenges, he will support her unconditionally.

But once the camera cuts back to life, this person always has endless energy to worry.

Needless to say, buying groceries, cooking, sweeping the floor and cleaning have long been included in his "sphere of influence". What's even more terrible are the details: her underwear, socks, and even the cleaning and maintenance of shoes during the change of seasons, he wants to take care of them all.

Sometimes Lin Xi would look at him on the balcony, seriously studying the washing instructions for her lace and silk items, and she would find it funny and... a little embarrassing.

Occasionally, her conscience would really bother her, such as when she wanted to help clear the dishes after dinner, or hang up some clothes, and this person would "grab" the dishes or wet clothes from her hands as if they were some rare treasure, and his movements were astonishingly fast.

"Wife, go rest. I'll do it."

He always said this, his tone was soft but unquestionable. But if Lin Xi insisted, he would have no choice but to hold her in his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head, his voice muffled.

"Oh, my wife, why are you so hard-working today? You washed the dishes so clean."

"Oh, Xixi is amazing. The clothes are dried without any wrinkles at all."

While praising her, he quickly gave her a few "reward" kisses on her cheeks and forehead. His exaggerated tone made Lin Xi feel guilty and blush.

If Lin Xi hadn't known that this person's research direction had little to do with education, she would have suspected that he had minored in child psychology. The coaxing tone he used was not much different from that of a kindergarten teacher.

Thinking of the two faces this person has in front of and behind others, Lin Xi couldn't help but chuckle, folded the note in her hand carefully, and then opened the drawer of the bedside table next to her.

There was an old wooden box in the drawer. She opened the lid and found a thick stack of neatly folded notes inside. Although they were of different sizes, they were all written by the same person.

Lin Xi carefully put the note in her hand back in, then fumbled out her warm socks and clothes from the depths of the still warm quilt, put them on carefully, and then slowly walked out of the bedroom holding onto the edge of the bed.

The scene in the living room startled her slightly.

The mess in the living room had been cleaned up, and the luggage scattered on the floor had disappeared, leaving only the smooth floor. One could even clearly see a few wet water marks. It was obvious that Song Guanwen had gotten up early to clean up and mop the floor.

Lin Xi's eyes inadvertently swept across the sofa that was so neat and tidy without a single wrinkle. Suddenly, her heart felt as if it was gently scratched by a feather. Thinking of the scene last night when that man hugged her and whispered her name over and over again, Lin Xi couldn't help but feel her ears burning. She hurriedly lowered her eyes and looked away.

After washing up, Lin Xi held onto the wall and moved slowly towards the kitchen. Sure enough, the small casserole on the stove was emitting a little white steam, and on the small table next to it was a pair of clean bowls and spoons.

Lin Xi gently lifted the lid of the pot, and a warm, sweet fragrance accompanied by steam immediately blew towards her, blurring her vision. Golden millet grains sank and floated in the orange pumpkin puree, and the porridge was just the right thickness - it was exactly her favorite pumpkin millet porridge.

In an instant, silent warmth enveloped her like wisps of rising hot air, making her heart so warm that it almost melted.

Lin Xi had just filled half a bowl of porridge and sat down in the dining room. She picked up her cell phone and wanted to call Song Guanwen to ask how long it would take him to come back when the sound of a key being inserted into the lock of the door was heard at the right moment.

The door was pushed open, and Song Guanwen walked in with a cool morning breeze.

He turned around and closed the door, put the pile of things in his hands on the entrance cabinet, then bent down to change his shoes. As he moved, Lin Xi's eyes couldn't help but fall on him.

Under the somewhat heavy coat was a black turtleneck sweater. The soft wool fabric was extremely close-fitting, and as he bent over, it clearly outlined the smooth and tight lines from his shoulders to his waist.

Song Guanwen's muscles were not exaggerated, and against the backdrop of his tall frame, he could even be considered thin. However, when Lin Xi saw his waist and back wrapped tightly in a sweater, her heart jumped for no reason, and she felt an inexplicable throbbing.

But as soon as this thought came to her mind, Lin Xi cursed herself in her heart: We have been married for so many years, why is it that she seems to have never seen the world and can even feel "sexy" when looking at the back of this person changing his shoes?

Really, cough cough, the more I grow older, the more I go backwards.

Song Guanwen was completely unaware of this. He hung his coat on the hook behind the door, changed his shoes neatly, turned around, and glanced across the dining room. Only then did he notice Lin Xi sitting at the table.

He was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to get up, but the brief surprise was instantly replaced by tenderness in his eyes. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he gave her an extremely gentle smile.

"woke up?"

"Yeah." Lin Xi responded softly, her eyes involuntarily drifting to the bulging bags he brought back on the entrance cabinet. "What did you buy so early in the morning?"

"I was going to buy you those custard buns you love," Song Guanwen said as he carefully separated a paper bag with a store logo from the pile. White steam rose from the bag, emitting the alluring aroma of pasta. He gently placed the bag on the table in front of Lin Xi.

"But it's too early, they haven't opened yet." There was a subtle regret in his tone, and then he said softly, "So I bought some xiaolongbao and youtiao from another place."

When he put down the bag, his eyes passed over Lin Xi very naturally, and finally stopped briefly on her feet. After confirming that she had put on her shoes and socks, he turned and walked into the kitchen, sorted the newly bought vegetables and meat into the refrigerator, and then served himself a bowl of porridge, brought it out and sat down opposite Lin Xi.

Lin Xi's eyes fell on the bowl of porridge in front of him, which was also steaming hot. She couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you eat it just now?"

Song Guanwen picked up the spoon, shook his head when he heard it, and said very naturally: "I want to eat with you."

As he spoke, he pushed the paper bag of xiaolongbao and the bag of fried dough sticks closer to Lin Xi and urged in a low voice, "Eat it while it's hot."

The hot steam from the bag hit the back of Lin Xi's hand, making her feel warm. She couldn't help but curl her eyebrows, picked up a plump steamed dumpling with chopsticks, blew on it gently, and fed it directly to Song Guanwen's mouth. She didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at him quietly.

"You eat first, and you can eat the rest later..." Song Guanwen subconsciously tilted his head slightly and wanted to refuse, but before he could finish his words, he met Lin Xi's smiling and sparkling eyes, and all thoughts of rejection disappeared immediately.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he obediently stopped talking. He opened his mouth and carefully bit into the steamed dumpling. The delicious aroma of the soup instantly filled his mouth, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing that Song Guanwen obediently accepted her feeding, the smile in Lin Xi's eyes deepened. Then she put away her chopsticks contentedly and started to deal with the soft, sweet and sticky pumpkin porridge in her bowl.

For a moment, the only sounds in the dining room were the occasional clatter of bowls and spoons and the subtle sounds of two people chewing food. The atmosphere was peaceful and comfortable.