After chatting for a while, Grandmother Feng said that it was too late and was about to return to her room to rest. When she went downstairs, a helper happened to come up with the medicinal soup she had just prepared. "Madam Fenf, this is for Mr. Li. Didn't he get injured some time ago? Drinking more medicinal soup is good for his health. I'll send it up now, right?"
Grandmother Feng recalled that Feng Ling had only opened the door once. Her expression was slightly cautious as she smiled lightly. "There's no need to send this off. It's already so late. It's difficult to digest so much soup. Put it in the pot to heat it up. Let him drink it at breakfast tomorrow."
The helper was stunned for a moment. When she saw the old lady's expression, she immediately understood and smiled. "All right, I'll put it back."
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In the room, Feng Ling's eyes were slightly red from her grandmother's words, but it was not obvious.
