The touch was soft and warm, making them tremble as if electrified, then they bounced away immediately.
âSorry!â They spoke at the same time.
âItâs not your fault.â Doris said with a blush and eyes down, âI got too close to you.â
â⦠Itâs fine.â Waylon said, âKids are cute.â
âYeah.â Doris brushed the hair behind her ear. She said with an uneasy look, âSorry to make you worry/â
Waylon didnât answer her. Instead, he said, âObserve one night, then she should be fine.â
âThenâ¦â Doris glanced at him, âAre you going back now?â
âIâm planning to.â Waylon dodged her eyes, saying, âBut her recovery has to take a few hours. Iâm afraid her body temperature will rise again. Can you handle it?â
ââ¦â Dorish thought. Of course, I canât handle it. I donât know the pediatric message.
âLetâs do this.â Waylon said, âIf Nessa is stable at midnight, I will go back.â
âThank you,â Doris said. She was relieved that Waylon was willing to stay.
Nothing is more important than the safety of my child.
âDonât mention it. Kidâs safety is important. Besides, I have nothing else to do.â Waylon said.
âWhy donât I cook you some supper? I donât see you eating much in the hotel just nowâ Doris got up from the sofa.
âOkay.â Waylon nodded and said, âSomething simple will do, like tomato egg noodles.
âOkay.â Doris said, âIâll have a bowl too. Right, Mrs. Flores too.â
Mrs. Flores heard it from far away, so she probed her head out of the corridor and said, âIll pass. Iâm too old to eat supper.â
Doris went to the kitchen to make tomato egg noodles, and Walson sat on the sofa with Nessa in his embrace.
Seeing that Nessa had fallen into deep sleep, he went to the kidâs room and put her into the small bed.
On another small bed, Una was sleeping soundly.
The pinky and tender little face, long eyelashes, and pouting small mouth.
Waylon felt warm looking at him. He smiled unknowingly.
He couldnât help bending down and gently kissing the little kidâs face.
After covering the brother and sister with blankets, Waylon walked out of the kidâs room.
âLet me take care of them.â Mrs. Flores said at the door, âMr. Waylon, you should take a rest.â
âIâm not tired.â Waylon said, âThe kids are sleeping soundly. You shouldnât be nervous.â
âYou are patient.â Mrs. Flores said, âOf all the men I have seen, you are the most patient with kids.â
Waylon smiled. In terms of patience with kids, the difference between Waylon and Abel was a world apart.
Doris soon made 2 bowls of tomato egg noodles.
They were placed on the table, steaming hot. The chopsticks were neatly set.
When Waylon went to wash his hands, she cut and served the pickles.
They sat face to face at the dining table. Doris said, âTry my pickled cucumber.â
âPickled cucumber?â
Waylon picked one piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
He chewed twice before nodding and saying, âItâs delicious. Itâs crispy, not too salty, and a bit sweet.â
âThis is my grandmaâs specialty.â Doris smiled. âWhen I was young, I liked to eat plain water noodles with a plate of pickled cucumber after school. That was just too delicious.â
âItâs quite refreshing, and it goes well with rice Waylon took a bite of noodles, then he took another piece of pickled cucumber.
If you like it, Iâll park a jar for you later Dorts said, âIt also goes well with plain porridge for breakfast âOkayâ Waylon said âBut do you still have some for yourself after giving me a jarâ It takes a long time to pickle this right?â
âItâs not that long.â Doris ate the tomato egg noodles with the pickled cucumber. âIt can be done in one week. If it gets too long, it will be too salty.â