Wu Bi came back to his senses and picked up the bowl.
Perhaps because he was hungry, coupled with the fact that the porridge was liquid so it would not hurt his wound when drinking it, he finished the small bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls.
Seeing this, Jian Ai quickly went to get another bowl and even changed to a bigger bowl. That didn't stop Wu Bi from wolfing it down. When he finished the fifth bowl, Jian Ai thought that if he still wanted more, there wouldn't be any left in the pot. Fortunately, Wu Bi put down the bowl and muttered, "I'm full."
Jian Ai sighed in relief and asked with concern, "Do you want to rest for a while? You slept for less than four hours."
Wu Bi shook his head gently. "When I was young, Auntie Mei often hugged me. You were not born yet at that time. I didn't expect you to see me for the first time like this."
