Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Ji Xun could cook, but he was still a patient, weak, and his legs hadn't healed yet, so it was difficult for him to cook. At his repeated request, this physically disabled but strong-willed man sat at the dining table with Shang Qing, helping out by picking beans, peeling garlic, and sorting vegetables.

He liked this feeling. With Shang Qing by his side, he would feel very good when he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers and fruits coming from her.

Shang Qing also liked it. She could just admire Ji Xun's fingers peeling garlic, she was a hand control.

Ji Xun's nails were round and clean, his long, white fingers defined by distinct joints. He peeled the garlic with graceful, nimble movements. Even the most ordinary garlic, its skin as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed imbued with artistic beauty. Oh, how could it be so beautiful? It was a true visual feast.

Ji Xun didn't notice it at first, but later, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shang Qing was staring at him. Following her gaze, he noticed his fingers.

As clever as he is, the corners of his mouth curled up. His hands' movements slowed down, becoming slower and slower.

"Ah..." Shang Qing couldn't help but sigh. It was truly frustrating to compare yourself to someone else. His fingers looked like they were carved from ivory by a master, while his own were short, fat, and ugly no matter how you looked at them.

In fact, Shang Qing's fingers are very beautiful, like the tips of new bamboo shoots after the rain, delicate and tender, which is the hand shape that many people yearn for, but it is not her favorite.

"Sister, let me do it." Ji Xun reached out and took the still relatively intact garlic from Shang Qing's hand.

"I'll do it myself." Shang Qing refused to do so and snatched it from his hand. Her cool and smooth fingers gently brushed across his palm, causing his fingers to tremble slightly.

The three of them sat at the table and had a sumptuous meal, which included all of Shang Qing's favorite dishes.

Grandma Kang had asked Ji Xun what he liked to eat so she could cook it for him, but after thinking for a moment, he realized that the only dishes he could name were ones he had recently eaten in the hospital, and all of them were Shang Qing's favorites.

The child loved the food he cooked, and the most amazing thing was that the taste was exactly the same as Shang Qing's. He ate whatever Shang Qing ate. Of course, at that time, he was still recovering from his illness, so he didn't dare to add spicy food to his food. It was only slightly spicy, and he didn't dare to compete with Shang Qing in spiciness!

During this period of care, I can clearly feel that Ji Xun has gained some weight and is not as fragile as before.

The old lady was very pleased and proud. This was her child who had grown fat with delicious food. How could she not be happy?

"Wow, it's so delicious, grandma. Your cooking skills are so good. I even gained weight from eating it."

Shang Qing loves her grandmother's cooking so much. She thinks everything tastes delicious. Lately, she's noticed her already chubby face has gotten even rounder. She's a little worried.

But in the eyes of Ji Xun and Grandma Kang, she has a slender figure, especially her small face the size of a palm. The little bit of baby fat is cute, so how can she be fat?

"Xiao Xun, you need to eat more. You are too thin! A gust of wind can blow you away." Shang Qing's mouth was bulging with food, but she did not forget to tease Ji Xun who was eating elegantly.

"Okay, sister." Ji Xun answered obediently and softly, ate the braised pork she picked up, and took a big mouthful of rice with a warm smile on his face.

In fact, during his time in the hospital, Shang Qing had often brought him delicious food, and his once extremely thin face had begun to gain some flesh. In particular, the scars on his face had healed considerably and faded considerably. His handsome features were gradually beginning to emerge. However, Shang Qing hadn't noticed.

"Hehe." Shang Qing was very satisfied. Her brother was so well behaved. He was so patient.

"This is delicious. Come and try it, Xiao Xun."

"Okay, sister."

"This is grandma's specialty. Come here, Xiao Xun, and eat more."

"Okay, sister."

"This, this vegetable is good for your health, Xiao Xun, you should eat more."

"Okay, sister."

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Shang Qing had another hobby, which was to pick up food for Ji Xun. She picked up whatever she liked and picked up so much that the bowl bulged out.

Ji Xun didn't refuse and ate everything she picked up. It wasn't until Grandma Kang felt that she was not allowed to pick up any more food and that she would feel uncomfortable if she continued to eat that she stopped.

Ji Xun also picked up some food for Shang Qing and Grandma Kang. The family of three was very happy.

Seeing Shang Qing still eating, Grandma Kang patted her forehead helplessly and said, "I'm telling you, don't eat too much. You'll feel uncomfortable."

"But it's delicious." Shang Qing's coquettish voice became softer and softer.

Ji Xun saw that she enjoyed eating those dishes but did not touch the half bowl of rice left in the bowl. Especially when she looked at the half bowl of rice, she had a painful expression on her face. He knew that she might not be able to eat anymore.

Ji Xun took Shang Qing's bowl and poured it into his own bowl naturally. In the surprised eyes of Shang Qing and Grandma Kang, he was a little embarrassed: "I... Sister, I'm still a little hungry, but there is no rice. Sister, you don't mind if I eat it."

"I... don't mind... it's just..." Shang Qing stuttered. Of course, she wished the rice would disappear. After all, she really couldn't eat it anymore and was forcing herself to eat it. But the problem now was, she had already eaten it. Wouldn't he be disgusted?

Watching Ji Xun elegantly devour the small bowl of rice, Shang Qing secretly glanced at his stomach. It seemed, as if, it was slightly bulging.

Ji Xun noticed her gaze on his abdomen and unconsciously tightened his stomach.

"Ah? Then I'll steam more rice next time..." I usually only eat half the amount I do now in the hospital.

Grandma Kang just thought Ji Xun was especially happy to be home and was eating more. That's good; boys should eat more. The child is too thin; he needs to eat more.

In the end, all three of them were full.

Grandma Kang said she had something to do and left first. Shang Qing wanted to help Ji Xun walk for a while.

The main reason was that Shang Qing was worried, thinking that Ji Xun was helping her eat that small half bowl of rice. His appetite really didn't seem that big, and she was worried that he would feel uncomfortable later, so she forced him to walk around in the name of accompanying him.

The smile on Ji Xun's lips never faded. He certainly knew Shang Qing's intention.

"Don't eat too much from now on!" Shang Qing ordered, baring her teeth.

"Sister, do you dislike me eating too much?" Ji Xun said aggrievedly, his voice a little hoarse, and he looked at Shang Qing with some self-blame in his eyes.

"No... no... you didn't eat much..." Shang Qing was scared, "What if I eat so much that my stomach hurts..."

"Sister, I know my limits. If you can't finish it, you can give it to me."

Ji Xun was particularly sincere. Shang Qing felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't answer. She was really grateful to Ji Xun today. Otherwise, she would have been in agony eating that meal.

The sunlight danced in his room like a naughty elf, and the air seemed to still linger with the faint sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits, not strong, but refreshing and sweet, yet able to penetrate into the heart.

With Shang Qing's departure, the bustling house once again returned to its cold and quiet state.

Ji Xun, who had always been surrounded by the warmth of the sun, was not used to it. He changed into his pajamas, lay down on the bed, and touched the quilt that Shang Qing had made for him. The quilt did not have the floral and fruity fragrance of her body, but the smell of laundry detergent and sunshine.

My empty heart became quiet and peaceful after covering myself with the quilt. My eyelashes trembled slightly, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep.