Under Ying Ming Hao's assault, which swept through the food like a gale scattering clouds, the entire tableful vanished into his stomach in no time, as though devoured by a starving tiger.
Beside him, Lin Zihan blushed like a ripe apple, doing nothing but repeatedly passing him water to ease her embarrassment.
With his belly stuffed round, Ying Ming Hao let out a satisfied burp, then showered Lin Zihan's cooking with praise. He declared that he wanted to eat her homemade food again next time-though she should remember to use a little less salt!
Lin Zihan was so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. All she could do was glare at him with feigned ferocity before leisurely clearing away the dishes.
Ying Ming Hao took a contented sip of tea, then lay down on the swing chair beneath the big tree like a pampered young master, humming an off-key tune.
When Lin Zihan finished her chores and came outside, she approached the swing chair and found Ying Ming Hao already fast asleep. Light as a butterfly, she quietly draped a thin blanket over him.
She sat quietly beside him, watching Ying Ming Hao like a guardian angel. Before long, she too slowly drifted off, as though hypnotized!
Only when the setting sun sank slowly in the west like a gigantic fireball, painting the entire sky crimson, did Ying Ming Hao finally wake, stretching and giving an enormous yawn.
Then he noticed Lin Zihan asleep against the tree beside him. Moving as quietly as a cat, he draped his little blanket over her.
Ying Ming Hao had just settled the blanket over Lin Zihan when he looked up and discovered she was already awake, gazing quietly at him with eyes like two