Chapter 181: Tell Me About Your Childhood

Nan Jiaojiao was captivated.

She rarely saw a couple whose every single movement radiated love, their figures gradually receding into the distance, deeply imprinting in her eyes and sinking into her heart.

“What are you looking at?”

Bo Yanching asked casually as he pushed the abalone rice in front of her, “Try Brother Hao’s cooking.”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up her chopsticks, reluctantly shifting her gaze, “They seem really happy together.”

“Yes, they are.

Feeling envious?” Bo Yanching teased.

It was meant as a casual joke, but Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips seriously, “Yes, quite envious.”

Bo Yanching was momentarily moved and took her hand, “You can have that too.”

Nan Jiaojiao, sensing his underlying implication, didn’t respond and reached out to take some food, naturally avoiding his hand.

A trace of loneliness hid in Bo Yanching’s eyes.

The food was way too much, and despite eating a lot, they were left with over half of it.

Nan Jiaojiao, not wanting to waste it, asked Aunt Zhan if they could take the leftovers when she came over.

Aunt Zhan was somewhat surprised; this was the first guest who had asked to take leftovers home, especially one brought by Bo Yanching.

“Sure, I’ll get you some containers.”

Aunt Zhan soon returned, helping Nan Jiaojiao pack up, enthusiastically explaining how to reheat the food.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t say a word; she also packed up the remaining half of the Osmanthus Cake.

To Bo Yanching, Aunt Zhan said, “The young lady is quite something, a homemaker, and so good-looking too.

Where did you find her?”

Bo Yanching just smiled, “She’s my fortune.”

“You should cherish her well.

When you two get married, Brother Hao and I will come over to celebrate.”

“Please do, of course.”

Bo Yanching noticed Nan Jiaojiao frown slightly, her smile somewhat faded, “Aunt Zhan, please go ahead with your work, I’ll bring her back another time.”

“Sure, I’ve noted Jiaojiao’s preferences.

Next time, I’ll treat her well.”

Aunt Zhan very much liked Nan Jiaojiao.

Not to mention anything else, that face alone was enough to make someone cherish her dearly.

Nan Jiaojiao neatly stacked the takeout boxes, balancing them in two pockets, just as she picked them up, Bo Yanching took them from her, extending his other hand towards her.

Nan Jiaojiao naturally took his hand.

“Let’s take a walk, help digest the food.”

“Let’s put this food in the car first, then I’ll walk with you.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze flickered, “Let’s carry it, I need it.”

Bo Yanching immediately understood, giving her hand a slight squeeze, “Are you taking it to feed stray cats and dogs?”

“Not really.”

She shook his hand, and Bo Yanching knew she wouldn’t say more.

As they left the private dining restaurant and walked along the roadside, they soon saw a homeless man rummaging through a trash can.

Nan Jiaojiao took out a box, placing it on the trash can lid, “Here, eat this.”

The man hesitated, looking fearfully at her; Nan Jiaojiao didn’t linger, walked away after giving it to him.

Along the way, she specifically sought out homeless people, even encountering a woman carrying a baby; Nan Jiaojiao gave her the rest of the food and some money.

Bo Yanching watched silently, sending a message to Bo Chuan who would soon come to aid the mother and child.

“I thought you wanted it for yourself.” Bo Yanching struck up a conversation.

Nan Jiaojiao tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyes and brow relaxing a bit, “Ordering so much food, we couldn’t finish it.

I chose the dishes that were barely touched for packing.

Even though they are beggars, they have their dignity.

We didn’t waste food, and they got to fill their stomachs.

It’s a good thing.”

“Yes, a good thing.”

Bo Yanching pulled her into his embrace, his voice soft and low, “You never talked about your childhood; tell me about it?”