Nian Shutong didn't argue or refute; she indeed needed to heal. If she ignored her injuries to work now, Fu Yunhe would be devoured alive by the people of Blue Star.
The most important thing is that he himself is unwilling.
Both of them stole a moment of leisure, so they brought out the deck chairs and lay by the brook, doing nothing.
Lying down, waiting for the next meal.
When lunch wasn't even ready, the aroma had already begun to waft.
Nian Shutong pulled Fu Yunhe, and the two stood at the edge of the kitchen like little kids during New Year, waiting for Master Fan's generous handouts.
"Delicious."
"Careful, it's hot."
"No, no, it's best eaten hot, want to try?"
Nian Shutong picked up a piece of crispy fried Xiao Yu and fed it to Fu Yunhe's mouth, watching him grit his teeth and take a bite.
"How is it?"
"Phew... yummy."
They both squinted their eyes and laughed, then looked towards Master Fan together.
