Feng Yihuan went downstairs, and Lin Zishuang noticed she looked a bit pale, "Huanhuan, didn't sleep well last night? Why do you look a bit off?"
Feng Yihuan touched her face and shook her head, "Mom, I'm fine, maybe I'm just hungry."
At this moment, Feng Yihang glanced at her, signaling her to sit next to him.
Of course she dared not disobey her second brother's wishes, obediently sitting beside him.
Feng Yihang served her a bowl of plain congee, and Lin Zishuang, seeing her already eating, felt relieved.
Feng Yihuan had a fever for most of the night, only subsiding this morning.
At this moment her appetite wasn't great, after two bowls of congee, she didn't want to eat more.
Sitting opposite her, Su Ningyan watched as Huanhuan only had two bowls of congee, barely eating anything else, just having a piece of soft pastry.
"Huanhuan, weren't you hungry? Why did you eat so little?"
Feng Yihuan wiped her mouth, "Aunt, I'm full, actually ate a lot, you take your time."
