Having said this, He Teng didn't give He Zhilan another glance, lowered his head, and continued to slurp his porridge.
"Exactly, Zhilan, you are too thin, eat more!" On this point, Kang Xing was wholeheartedly in agreement, always feeling that He Zhilan was so thin that a gust of wind could potentially blow her away.
Especially her waist, which looked frail enough to snap in half with a casual bend.
He Zhilan was speechless for a while. Every time she visited the military base, her biggest worry was mealtime. He Teng's favorite thing was to watch her eat heartily, and then, when he saw her eat the amount he considered satisfactory, he would feel content.
His satisfaction would always leave Zhilan feeling somewhat like a pig being fattened up – fed more with the hope of growing a couple of pounds for a higher future selling price.
