But actually, He Xing's concern was somewhat unnecessary. Whether it was yesterday when she was admitted to the hospital or today, Fu Han had a small appetite, but she always made an effort to eat.
Today at noon, although Fu Han hadn't eaten a single bite of rice, she ate quite a bit of vegetables and even drank a bowl of Pork Rib Corn Soup.
Compared to her, He Xing's appetite was much bigger, even more than three times that of Fu Han's.
When Fu Han watched He Xing eat, she thought he enjoyed his meal so much that it was quite appetizing to watch.
After she had eaten her fill, she propped her chin on her hands and watched He Xing eat. If it weren't for the fact that she considered her behavior too exaggerated, she even thought of taking out her phone to snap a photo.
Finally, He Xing also put down his chopsticks, smiling as he looked at Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I'm done eating, where do you want to go next?"
