Xu Shulou knew it was a special meal made for him as a patient.
Separate from the regular meals the Jiang family had.
Xu Shulou would pay. They had already agreed that in addition to a thank-you fee at the end, he would double the money for clothes, meals, medicine, and everything else.
So, in terms of meals, Xu Shulou was quite confident.
He started by eating the oil-splashed noodles. The small bowl was so tiny that he saw the bottom after just three bites.
And it didn't taste as spicy and numbing as the young girl had said.
He recalled that he had been told to avoid certain foods before his wounds healed.
Xu Shulou fell silent again.
He drained the sweet and delicious rice and lean meat porridge in the bowl, almost like venting his anger.
The next morning, he ate tofu pudding.
