When she woke up, her room smelled of food, awakening her appetite. She saw Dean wearing an apron, cooking something in her kitchen. And there was another figure sitting there casually. "Already awake, Snow White?" Gilbert teased with a smile.
"Did I sleep for long?" She asked, wiping something sticky off her forehead. A wet towel was now in her hand. She saw a basin of water beside the nightstand and finally realized someone had been compressing her.
"No rice, so I made this instead." Dean arrived with a tray of wheat porridge emitting an onion aroma. The smell made Haisley's stomach growl louder. She smiled, accepting the spoon Dean handed her and started eating.
The textured wheat and minced chicken instantly increased her appetite.
"Drink your tea while it's hot." Gilbert also handed her a cup of lemon-scented tea. Haisley could only mumble a thank you to both men.
Not long after the bowl and the tea were finished, Dean took the dirty bowl and cup to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Gilber
