In the kitchen, Liang Jingchuan started to make lunch.
The lunch was quite sumptuous. There was Chinese yam, goji, and black Chicken soup in the purple casserole. He also cooked four dishes: stir-fried meat with black fungus, stir-fried shredded meat with carrots, stir-fried pig liver, and steamed fish.
Lin Yi looked at the dishes on the table. These weren't her usual favorites, but they all had one thing in common-they were good for blood.
Thinking of the marks she saw on the bed sheet this morning, her face felt a little hot.
She didn't expect this little wimp to care so much about her. However, he was the one who caused the trouble, so he should be the one taking care of her in the end.
Liang Jingchuan ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Lin Yi. He then ladled another bowl for himself.
During the process, he would put food into Lin Yi's bowl from time to time.
