She took out some more, as her grandmother never kept such matters secret, so she paid no attention to the quantity.
Of course, the wild chicken meat came from her "Space".
Meng Xinian was indeed on the verge of starvation, and the porridge smelled exceptionally good, so he ate four full bowls. Fortunately, Chiang Xiao had anticipated his hearty appetite and brought a large food container.
While he was eating the porridge, she took out the items she had brought for him from her backpack: a gargle cup, toothpaste and toothbrush, and cotton slippers.
The cotton slippers were also handmade by Ge Liutao. When she made them for Chiang Xiao, she thought of Meng Xinian as well and made a pair for him.
And there was also...
Cotton undergarments.
When she took them out, Chiang Xiao’s face heated up again.
Meng Xinian glanced over and immediately a few black lines appeared on his forehead, and he said with some disbelief, "You even bought... undergarments for me?"
Chiang Xiao’s face turned beet red, and she glared at him, "Why would I buy these for you? Grandma made them!"
Chiang Songhai’s undergarments were always made by Ge Liutao. It was unclear what Ge Liutao was thinking. In the past, when Meng Xinian was around, she had no such thoughts. But the year Meng Xinian was absent, when she made undergarments for Chiang Songhai, she also made some for Meng Xinian and had Chiang Xiao keep them afterwards.
Ge Liutao had said to her that Meng Xinian’s life wasn’t easy; his biological mother was absent, his father probably didn’t care much for him, and he was always busy with his training, surely living a life both tiring and difficult. She would help him as much as she could, to give him a sense of home.
After all, he’s your fiancé, Xiaoxiao. The engagement drink has already been toasted by the neighbors.
Now, looking back, Chiang Xiao still remembered that sentence from Ge Liutao, word for word.
What Chiang Xiao didn’t know was that previously, Yu Hang had frequently sought her out, appearing particularly enthusiastic. She and Chiang Songhai had secretly worried that she might grow fond of Yu Hang and forget about Meng Xinian, so they had thought of every possible means to keep Meng Xinian’s presence alive in front of her.
Seeing Chiang Xiao’s blushing face, laughter flickered in Meng Xinian’s eyes as he said, "Thank my grandma for me. But Chiang Xiaoxiao, you’d better learn some of these skills from her too. In the future, I’ll wear the ones you sew by hand."
Chiang Xiao was on the verge of tearing her hair out.
Tyrant Meng, isn’t this against the rules?
It definitely is! This is a serious violation!
Everything was fine before... how come he started teasing her after being away for a year!
She bit her lower lip and decided to ignore him.
But seeing her do this, something seemed to flash in Meng Xinian’s mind.
His gaze suddenly deepened.
"Xiaoxiao, you gave me water while I was unconscious, didn’t you?"
He was very certain of it.
Because his throat had been hoarse, as if burning from the high fever. But when he woke up, aside from a slight hoarseness, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
If nobody had given him water, how could this be possible?
Yet he knew himself: successfully feeding him water while he was unconscious would have been an almost impossible task.
Chiang Xiao had not guessed wrongly; he had undergone related training.
Here it comes, she knew it wouldn’t be so easy to fool him!
Chiang Xiao seriously thought of running away.
"Is it so?" Meng Xinian asked again.
Chiang Xiao could only nod.
"You were the one who fed me?"
"How did you feed me?" Meng Xinian continued to press.
Chiang Xiao turned around, pretending to be busy tidying up, not looking at him, and said quite casually, "I just pinched open your mouth and poured it in."