Yang Yong reached out to take it.
Behind him, Yezi reached out too.
Helpless, Yang Yong handed her the bowl.
Yezi took the egg fried rice and swallowed it in one mouthful.
Yes, one mouthful.
She tipped the entire bowl of egg fried rice straight into her mouth, her cheeks bulging into a ball, then swallowed hard.
A satisfied look appeared on her face.
Three months.
This was the first time she had eaten in three months.
Watching her expression, a thought suddenly flashed through Yang Yong's mind...
After three months without food, her stomach and spleen must be extremely weak.
As the saying goes, someone who has gone hungry for a long time can't eat dry, hard food right away. At most, they can have some porridge.
Otherwise, their digestive system won't be able to handle it. In mild cases, they'll vomit and have diarrhea; in severe cases, their stomach could perforate.
He immediately reached out and snatched the bowl from Yezi's hands.
There was still half a bowl of rice left.
"Ee... ya... ya..."
Yezi cried out angrily.
Yang Yong ignored her, turned around, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and held it out to her.
"You haven't eaten in a long time," he said, slowing his speech as much as possible and enunciating each word. "You can't eat rice. You can only have porridge."
Yezi stared blankly at him.
Her angry expression slowly faded, replaced by something else...
The joy of being cared for.
It was a complicated expression, like someone who had been hit, then gently patted on the head, hurt and warmth mingling together.
She took the porridge and began sipping it, a little at a time.
After breakfast.
Just before departure.
The Transcendents held a brief meeting.
Yang Yong attended with Yezi.
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