The food had been prepared long ago. Guo Sufi watched her youngest son sit there without waking, helpless to do anything but fret at his side. Yet she also feared that when he woke, he would be hungry, so every day she made fresh food, waiting for him to wake so he could eat something tasty.
However, Zhang Xiaohua had not woken for several days, and all the braised pork belly had ended up benefiting Zhang Xiaohu.
Zhang Xiaohua looked at the steaming food before him, and his appetite was instantly stirred. Yet when he actually began eating, he found himself full after only a few bites. Even the pork belly he usually loved most, he ate only a few pieces of. Instead, he ate several more bites of fresh vegetables.
Seeing her son put down his chopsticks after barely eating, Guo Sufi hurriedly asked, "Xiaohua, is it not to your taste? Mother will make something else for you. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
Seeing how flustered his mother was, Zhang Xiaohua quickly stopped her. "Mother, I'm really not hungry anymore. My stomach was rumbling, but after a few bites, I wasn't hungry anymore. Really."
Naturally, Guo Sufi did not believe him. She anxiously moved to leave, and Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to pull her back. He sat down and wolfed the vegetables down like a tiger swallowing its prey. Only when she saw him eating so ravenously did Guo Sufi finally settle down.
After finishing the meal, Zhang Xiaohua drank two mouthfuls of water before finally stopping.
Seeing everyone's gazes fixed on him, Zhang Xiaohua was about to speak when Guo Sufi said, "Xiaohua, don't say anything yet. We know you've been practicing martial arts. You've practiced for so long without stopping—you must be