Pan Jingchen sat on the bed hugging a blanket, staring blankly at the local specialty noodle dish inside the lunchbox in front of her. The diced tomatoes had been completely cooked down, and the thick, tangy aroma was wafting up her nose. The shiny hand-rolled noodles looked absolutely delicious.
"Gurgle!"
In the quiet room, a loud gulping sound suddenly echoed.
Liu Xining turned her head in surprise to look at Pan Jingchen, only to see her eyes locked tightly on the tomato sauce noodles in the lunchbox, her dry lips moving slightly.
Just as she was considering whether to offer some more words of encouragement to Chenchen, she noticed that Pan Jingchen's right hand had already emerged from the blanket. She picked up the chopsticks beside her, grabbed a noodle, and hesitantly placed it near her mouth, taking a small bite and slowly starting to chew.
"How is it? Tasty?" Liu Xining asked expectantly.
