The soft laughter interrupted Tang En, and he looked back to see Jude staring at him with bright eyes. Suddenly he felt a bit shy. "Eh, it is still hot… You're awake?"
It was an obvious question.
Jude wanted to nod her head, but she didn't have the energy, so she just smiled softly.
"Here, finish this." Tang En gave the cup and spoon to Jude, and she looked at the black pasty substance and frowned.
"What… is this?" the girl asked.
"Sesame paste." In order to get it, Tang En had spent a long time looking for it, and had to go some distance to a larger Chinese supermarket. He did all this while Jude was still unconscious. The "black sesame paste" was a common remedy in China.
A strong fragrance came from the cup and went up Jude's nose. She took a deep breath and tried to take in the smell. It was definitely the smell of sesame.
