Mr. Neighbor's Hot Soup

Lin Wan is a typical "social animal" in this city. She lives in Party A's difficulties and the exhaustion of working overtime every day. She has no longer expected love. Until that rainy night, when she stumbled home with her feverish body in her arms, she bumped into her new neighbor Shen Zhiyan in the corridor. Wearing a simple white T-shirt, he held a bowl of steaming vegetable soup in his hand and said in a gentle voice, "I just cooked it. It will make you feel better if you drink a little." The temperature of the hot soup went down her throat and warmed her heart, becoming the first ray of light in her gloomy life. From that day on, Shen Zhiyan's tenderness was always hidden in the smallest of daily routines: when she came home late from working overtime, a light was always on in the hallway; when she cried because of work, a bowl of soft porridge would be placed at the door; on weekend mornings, he would knock on her door and hand over the soy milk and fried dough sticks he had just bought. There was no gorgeous confession, no deliberate romance. He slowly smoothed out the wrinkles in her heart with bowls of hot soup and time and time again. Lin Wan had been hurt in past relationships and did not dare to express her sincerity easily. But Shen Zhiyan told her with actions: The best love is never an earth-shattering vow, but someone who is willing to cook a bowl of hot soup for you with firewood, rice, oil and salt, waiting for you to go home. When she finally plucked up the courage to hold his hand, she discovered that the most touching tenderness was hidden in the ordinary fireworks.