Mu Yan sat at the dining table, watching Yu Ma serve dish after dish, filling up most of the table.
She couldn't help but say, "There's no way I can eat this much all by myself."
"I didn't have lunch." Jiang Jingheng sat down next to her.
Mu Yan seemed not to have noticed that their dining position had changed, and asked, "Why? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Yeah."
Mu Yan furrowed her brow slightly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it serious? Do you need to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Jiang Jingheng looked at her, a hint of amusement tinging his light brown eyes, his voice brimming with joy, "I'm feeling better now."
Mu Yan was somewhat bewildered, but since he recovered so quickly, it must not be serious.
She didn't think too much about it, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating.
"Drink more soup." Jiang Jingheng served a bowl of black chicken soup and placed it beside her hand.
"Thanks!" Mu Yan put down her chopsticks and started drinking the soup.
