A few minutes later, Xu Wang wiped his face and struggled to move to the edge of the bed.
Before his feet could touch the floor, the bedroom door gently opened.
Pei Yanchuan walked in. Seeing Xu Wang about to get out of bed, he hurried over and stopped him.
"Don't move. I'll carry you. I've already made dinner."
Pei Yanchuan wrapped one arm around Xu Wang's upper body and hooked the other beneath his knees, lifting him steadily into his arms.
Xu Wang looked up at Pei Yanchuan's relaxed expression. He simply couldn't understand. Why was he, the one who had lain back and enjoyed himself, so exhausted, while the one who had done all the work looked positively radiant? Wasn't that a little unfair?
Pei Yanchuan carried Xu Wang out of the room and gently settled him onto a chair, where he had already placed a soft cushion.
As Xu Wang smelled the delicious aroma in the air, his long-empty stomach let out an enthusiastic cheer.
Xu Wang looked expectantly at the dining table, but the next second, his smile froze.
Why was there nothing but soups and watery stuff? Where was the braised pork?
Xu Wang gave Pei Yanchuan a resentful look.
Pei Yanchuan served him a bowl of clear, glossy chicken soup and added a large drumstick.
"This is meat too. I asked a doctor. You can't eat anything too spicy for the next few days. It's bad for your health."
Xu Wang ate the drumstick in his bowl, the light gone from his eyes. His grilled drumsticks, his hot pot, his whole roast lamb! T﹏T
Just as Xu Wang was mournfully drinking his soup, his phone rang in the bedroom.
Pei Yanchuan got up of his own accord, went into the bedroom, and brought the