Speaking of Xiao Wan'er brewing medicinal soup, Xiao Die had been muddleheaded as well.
She remembered that when she arrived at Jiaxing Garden according to Chen Yi's instructions, Xiao Wan'er had been chatting and laughing with a richly dressed, dignified lady.
When the lady learned that Chen Yi had returned, she had even suggested going to see him.
But after Xiao Die said, "The son-in-law is sick," the lady had yet to say anything when Xiao Wan'er rose and asked a few questions.
"What illness?"
"Probably... a wind-cold?"
"Cui'er, Juan'er, go brew some medicinal soup for the son-in-law."
At the time, Xiao Die had intended to explain further, but seeing that Xiao Wan'er had already instructed Cui'er to brew the soup, and that the lady was still present, she swallowed her explanation.
That was how the present situation came to be—
Chen Yi sat in the reception hall, rubbing his stomach with an expression of several parts "agony."
Seeing this, Xiao Wan'er hurriedly brought over the medicinal soup. "Freshly brewed ginger tea is best for dispelling cold. Drink it while it's hot."
Chen Yi opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he was hungry.
But when he met Xiao Wan'er's eager gaze and caught the trace of worry on her gentle, beautiful face, he could only pinch his nose and drink the soup.
Well then.
He had not taken a single bite of dinner, yet his stomach was already half-full.
Before he could speak, Xiao Wan'er had Cui'er bring over the food and place it on the dining table. "I specifically had someone cook porridge."
"You're sick, so you should eat something light."
"..."
Still, faced with those concerned eyes, Chen Yi merely glared at Xiao Die before smiling and picking up his bowl.
Had they ever been so hungry