Ni Yinghong carried a meal box in her hand, and she unpacked the food one by one in the courtyard.
There was not much as she only brought a small bowl of porridge and some pickles, but the tempting aroma from them almost made Ou Yangming swallow his own tongue.
Ou Yangming looked at Ni Yinghong strangely as he asked, "Brother Ni, why did you bring these here?"
Ni Yinghong smiled rather proudly and said, "I'm adept in Mystery Art. I know that you're awake after counting with my fingers, so I was well-prepared!"
Ou Yangming looked at her dubiously. 'Perhaps this strange genius can really achieve that.'
Ni Yinghong twitched her mouth as she felt uneasy being stared at by Ou Yangming's unrestrained eyes. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. Our family's medical elder said that you'll be awake soon, so I prepared these for you."
