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Despite the table full of dishes, Fu Han only ate the ones closer to her, barely giving the others a glance. Throughout the meal, He Xing repeatedly encouraged her to eat more, and even tried to serve her some dishes at one point, but Fu Han stopped her with just a look.
The food was truly delicious, Fu Han was hungry, and she knew she should eat more—but she couldn't. She chewed without tasting anything, and perhaps that was her most genuine feeling at the moment.
In the end, Fu Han forced herself to finish half a bowl of rice.
As she set her chopsticks down, He Xing immediately stood up and filled a bowl with freshly simmered fish soup for her. "Xiaohan, this is just made. It's very fresh. Have a taste," she said, "The Doctor said it is good for your health."
Fu Han stared at the milky-white fish soup in front of her. After a moment of silence, she obediently took it from He Xing.
