As Rong Si reached the door, he suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at Han Siye. “What you made isn’t suitable for sick people,” he said calmly. “It’s best if you tried again.”

Then he was gone.

Not wanting him to be alone with Su Jiu again, Han Siye had no choice but to give up on the poached eggs and chicken wings he had made. He hurriedly followed Rong Si.

When he returned to Su Jiu’s room, Han Siye was relieved to see that Song Xinyan was still sitting by the bed with her.

With Song Xinyan around, Rong Si wouldn’t dare to act recklessly!

Although Su Jiu had a cold and fever, she was in good spirits after a nap. Rubbing her dizzy head, she tried her best to smile at the two of them. “You’re back!”

When Rong Si saw her smile, his eyes suddenly deepened. He couldn’t help but glance at Han Siye from the corner of his eye.

If possible, I want to kick this person out. And Song Xinyan, too.

Then, Little Jiu would be smiling at me alone

Rong Si pursed his lips and banished such thoughts. He walked toward her and brought her steaming pasta and millet porridge. “I made you what you wanted.”

“Smells good!” Su Jiu propped herself up and leaned against the bedside table. Seeing that there was only pasta and porridge, she puffed out her cheeks and said, “Why is that all? Also, I didn’t say I wanted porridge just now.”

Rong looked at her with concern. “Since you’re sick, eat something light. You’ll recover faster.”

Su Jiu choked. Knowing that the little villain was sincerely thinking of her, she could only nod. “All right.”

It was already dark, and she was starving. She reached out to take the bowl of fragrant millet porridge. Rong Si didn’t give it to her and reminded her, “It’s still very hot. Eat it later.”

“Then I’ll eat this first.” Su Jiu pointed to the pasta.

“Okay.” Rong Si brought the plate of pasta to her.

Su Jiu took the plate and sincerely said, “Big Brother, your cooking is really good. This looks delicious.”

Rong Si’s eyes softened. “Then try it, and see if it suits your taste.”

“That’s for sure!” Su Jiu replied. She put a forkful of noodles into her mouth. Then, her eyes lit up. “It’s delicious! It’s so good that it could be from a western restaurant!”

Rong Si couldn’t help but smile when he saw her eating like a little hamster. Her words were slurred, and she looked adorable. “If you like it, eat more. If it’s not enough, I can still make more for you.”

Song Xinyan sat at the side and looked back and forth at the two of them. She suddenly felt like a huge third wheel between them.

She could read Rong Si’s feelings for Little Jiu from his eyes.

It was as if Su Jiu was the only one in his eyes and no one else mattered. This made her jealous!

Boohoo, I want such a gentle and considerate boyfriend too.

However, Li Mohan was so domineering and overbearing that he didn’t even know how to write the word “gentle.”

At this moment, Song Xinyan was envious of Su Jiu, but she also hoped that Su Jiu could be with the boy she liked.

She wanted Little Jiu to be happy!

If that was the case, she could be happy as a little sister.

Song Xinyan was not the only one who felt like a third wheel. Han Siye was there too. At this moment, he was standing a meter away from the bed and looking at the scene in front of him. He had never felt like he was completely unnecessary.