Li Si glanced at the time—it was already noon. Brother Leng should be well-rested by now, right?
She walked into the living room and saw Leng Mochen already sitting upright on the sofa, holding a magazine in his hands.
"Ah, it's twelve o'clock already. Brother Leng, are you feeling better? Shall we go out to eat?"
"I feel much better! The food outside isn't very hygienic. Why don't we go to the supermarket, buy some ingredients, and cook ourselves?" Leng Mochen, after taking some rest, felt much lighter, no longer weighed down by the fatigue he'd woken up with. Just a moment ago, he had looked in the mirror and even noticed his skin looking more radiant.
He couldn't help but wonder—was it really the effect of that mountain spring water the little girl had given him?
"But my cooking skills aren't great," Li Si said, a little embarrassed. It truly was a glaring weakness to not know how to cook!
"No problem, my cooking skills aren't bad. Let's head out!"
