The next day, Nan Zhe slept until late in the morning.
He came out of the room and stretched his muscles in the courtyard before walking slowly to the living room.
As soon as he entered, Nan Ge, who was on the sofa, turned around and looked at him. Then, she stood up.
He was shocked and stood rooted to the ground.
Nan Ge busied herself and shuttled back and forth in the living room. Soon, she brought him a bowl of hot fish soup.
"Here, try it." Nan Ge had specially checked online. It was said that people could drink some ginger fish soup for their hangovers.
Nan Zhe looked at the blackened food in the bowl and raised his eyebrows. Instead of reaching out to take it, he asked, "Did you make it?"
This kind of dishwashing water was most likely done by Nan Ge.
The others in the family probably did not have the ability either.
Nan Ge nodded heavily.
