After contemplating for a moment, she knocked on the door. He had said that if she needed anything, she should just come and ask him, so it should be the same now.
"Come in," he said in a somewhat absent-minded voice, and Jiang Yingyue quickly pushed open the door and entered with a plate full of crystal prawn dumplings.
The scent of the food wafted into the room, and Han Qingshan, who had been buried in his work, lifted his head when the scent reached him.
Jiang Yingyue was not certain, but suddenly she thought she could hear the sound of a stomach growling, and a relieved smile came onto her lips. She had done the right thing to cook him some food.
She stepped forward and reached out the plate. "Eat something," she said with a soft voice, "You have worked hard, but you haven't gotten anything to eat yet. You can't treat yourself this way. I know it is important to get things done, but it is also important to treat yourself well."
