She went on with the rest of the deliveries, and by the time she had lunch at two o'clock, Ling Yiran did not eat much.
Zhuo Qianyun said, "What's the matter? You've eaten so little. Don't you like today's dishes?" When it was lunchtime at noon, everyone in the small restaurant would take advantage of their free time and get the chef to cook several dishes for them to eat together.
"No, I think I ate too much before coming to work this morning." Ling Yiran looked aside at Lil Yan. "Why aren’t you eating? I'll feed Lil Yan some fruits. I'm full now anyway."
Ling Yiran took an apple and peeled it. Then, she cut the apple into small pieces and fed them to Lil Yan.
The little one obediently opened his mouth and nibbled at the apple, occasionally smiling at Ling Yiran.
After feeding him the fruit, the little one got sleepy. He yawned and spread his hands wide, gesturing Ling Yiran to hug him.
Ling Yiran naturally took the little one in her arms and gently lulled him to sleep.
Although the little one could not hear her soft humming, his young tender fingers would gently brush against her lips as if trying to hear her voice.
After a while, the little one finally fell asleep. Ling Yiran's nose felt a little sore as she looked at the sleeping little body. Why could an adorable child like him not hear? Sometimes, God was too cruel.
She only hoped that in the future, after Lil Yan got a cochlear implant, he would be able to hear all the voices in the world and not let this regret follow him for the rest of his life.
"I'll take him back to his room." Mrs. Zhuo stepped forward and took her grandson from Ling Yiran's arms.
Behind the small restaurant was a small, simple house where Zhuo Qianyun lived with her mother and Lil Yan.
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