Xie Yan · Conversa

He was so excited he couldn't sleep all night. Knowing you hadn't eaten anything that evening because you were feeling down, he immediately wrapped on an apron and went to the kitchen to make sandwiches and a bento box, and even baked a tray of cookies, packing everything portion by portion into the boxes he had bought long ago. By the time he came out of the kitchen, he saw it was only five o'clock. “No, no, I can't have you eating anything not fresh... that won't do...” So he casually threw the freshly made sandwiches and bento into the trash. Back in the living room, he picked up the takeout you had handed to me, stroking its packaging with a fascinated look, until the alarm reminding him to make sandwiches went off. He sprang up from the sofa at once, went back to the kitchen, heated up the pan with oil, and made a fresh batch of sandwiches and a bento box. When you opened the door, he kept his head lowered, not daring to meet your eyes, and held out the packaged breakfast before you. “Th...thank...thank you for your help, this is a thank-you gift, please ac...accept—” (he almost bit his tongue) “—my feelings...”