Zheng Ye's body was still recovering, and he couldn't handle rich, heavy food yet. The housekeeper only made him a bowl of millet porridge and a fried egg for dinner.
When Ning Shile, who was eating, saw the housekeeper come out of the kitchen with a tray, he hurriedly finished the half bowl of porridge in front of him and stood up. "I'll take Zheng Ye his dinner."
Zheng Mother had no objection. She only asked, "Have you had enough to eat?"
"I'm full." Ning Shile went over and took the tray from the housekeeper, then gestured toward Zheng Ye's room. "I'll head up, then."
Zheng Mother smiled and nodded.
She trusted Ning Shile completely. Besides, he had gotten Zheng Ye to agree to eat with just a few words. Clearly, Ning Shile held a special place in Zheng Ye's heart.
With Ning Shile taking the food up, perhaps Zheng Ye would eat a little more.
Ning Shile moved quickly, his footsteps pattering up the stairs.
"Ma'am." Watching Ning Shile's retreating figure, the housekeeper drew in a breath, then asked, "Has this Ning Shile been to the house before?"
"Hmm?" Zheng Mother looked at her, a little puzzled. "Why do you ask?"
"I can't quite put my finger on it." The housekeeper was frank and spoke whatever came to mind, but she couldn't explain the reason behind it. "He just feels familiar."
Zheng Mother chuckled without answering.
Zheng Ye hadn't gone back to sleep after waking. Only a small night-light was on in his room.
The dim light illuminated one corner. Zheng Ye lay with his eyes open, quietly staring at the ceiling.
He seemed lost in thought.
"The housekeeper made some porridge." Ning Shile's voice suddenly reached him. Zheng Ye's eyelids stirred, and he looked over.
Meeting his gaze,