In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 47

Sunlight spilled into the hallway as Jennie sat on a nearby sofa.

After a moment, the door to the room burst open with a loud "bang."

A young man stood nearby, his pale cheeks still wet with water and a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His silver-framed glasses were loose on his nose.

"Okay, it's fine now," he said in a hoarse voice, his ears turning red.

Jennie smiled and pursed her lips. "I made porridge, let's have breakfast first."

The pot was large and heavy, so she wrapped a layer of heat insulation cloth around her hands.

Lisa took a few steps forward. "I'll do it."

The window in the room was open, and the morning breeze after the rain carried a faint scent of grass.

The two sat facing each other, and the young man thought of his embarrassing moment earlier, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.

But Jennie just smiled and opened the lid, scooping porridge for him as if nothing had happened.

"I'll do it." He hung his head and dared not look at her, but stubbornly tried to grab the spoon.

Jennie separated his hand. "Okay, you sit down. It's just pouring some porridge, not a big deal."

The young man quickly sat up straight, his waist straight, and his hands folded on the table like a well-behaved elementary school student.

The porcelain bowl was placed on the table, making a soft sound.

"Okay, let's eat." The porridge was cooked with red shrimp and green onions, and the aroma was delightful.

Lisa scooped up a spoonful and the fresh and sweet taste melted in his mouth.

"Is it delicious? Is it delicious?" The girl propped up her head, her peach blossom eyes sparkling.

The young man nodded, "It's delicious."

The girl suddenly smiled, and joy climbed up to her eyebrows, making her peach blossom eyes curve into a small crescent moon.

"This is my first time making it, and I didn't expect it to be quite successful." As Lisa's hand paused, warmth spread down his throat and slowly reached his heart.

This was the first time someone had made him breakfast since his parents had passed away.

The young man lowered his head, hiding his reddened eyes, and took several sips.

The small porcelain bowl was emptied in just a few spoonfuls.

"Is it really that good?" She happily refilled his bowl. "Then drink more."

The young man's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly as he lifted the bowl to his mouth, spoonful after spoonful.

The morning after the rain was no longer hot and humid. The mist from the seafood congee had not yet dissipated, and half the pot was already empty.

The young man cleaned up his dishes, pondered for a moment, and stood up. "I should go now."

He had very little money left, and his top priority was finding a place to live.

Jennie tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Where are you going?"

The train ticket had long been torn to shreds, but she still asked with a lingering fear in her heart.

Lisa pursed his lips and didn't tell her that he had been kicked out of his house.

The girl's heart was as soft as cotton, and she didn't know how sad she would be when she heard these words.