"How is it? Suits your taste, right?"
In the dormitory, Little Cabbage cautiously glanced at Chen Ye. "If it doesn't suit you, I can help you eat some..."
Chen Ye stared blankly at the small bowl of fruit porridge on his plate. Then he looked at the mountain of meat on Little Cabbage's plate and froze for a moment before asking, "You can still eat?"
"I'm doing all right..." Little Cabbage scratched her head with a grin. "I'm growing, after all..."
Chen Ye: "..."
"It's not that I don't want to let you eat... It's mainly because you can't eat too much in your current condition. You suffered a fear-type mental attack. It didn't just damage your mind; it also caused severe physiological abnormalities in your body. Your digestive system has become extremely weak, so you can't eat food with too much energy. This bowl of Bichut Fruit Porridge was specially chosen for you. It's very suitable for your current condition. Give it a try?"
"Huh?" Chen Ye tilted his head curiously. When had this thickheaded fellow become so considerate? Was she making it up, or was it real?
Still, what she said about mental fear attacks causing physiological reactions was true. His internal organs felt extremely uncomfortable right now, and merely looking at the mountain of meat on Little Cabbage's plate made him feel queasy.
That would have been impossible in the past. After all, the Thunder Warrior clan naturally loved eating meat...
With an attitude of half-belief, Chen Ye gently scooped up half a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The next moment, a strange, refreshing fragrance instantly filled his mouth, and he naturally swallowed the soft, slightly sweet porridge.
A warm sensation flowed from his throat into his stomach. The chill and discomfort instantly eased considerably,