From a very young age, Zhao Le had learned to cook for himself at home. After all these years, his cooking was actually quite good. He knew his sister Zhang Xiaoqin's tastes well.
It did not take long to prepare a meal.
There was no need to make much for two people: two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. Zhao Le looked at them with satisfaction, then untied his apron and went to Zhang Xiaoqin's room, pushing her out from inside.
Several months earlier, Zhang Xiaoqin had attempted suicide, but both her legs had suffered severe fractures. She had been recuperating for quite some time, and the doctor had said that if she persisted with rehabilitation exercises, she still had a chance of standing again.
However, ever since Zhang Xiaoqin had been discharged from the hospital, she had never gone back for rehabilitation. After returning home, Zhao Le had taken care of her daily needs, while a kind auntie from next door watched over her when he was in class.
But ever since the suicide attempt, Zhang Xiaoqin had barely spoken... Over the past few days, the only time she had become emotional and shouted a few words, telling someone to leave, was when Lin Feng had come to the house and brought up Wang Liang.
" Sis, have a taste."
Zhao Le placed some food in Zhang Xiaoqin's bowl, then smiled at her and waited for her to pick up her chopsticks. But Zhang Xiaoqin did not move.
Zhao Le's smile stiffened slightly. He asked carefully, "Sis, you don't want this? There's something else in the fridge. I'll make it for you."
As he spoke, he quickly stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Xiao Le, I'm not hungry."
"Sis, you spoke?"
Zhao Le froze. He turned around abruptly,