Zheng Haoyu stirred his spoon in the ceramic bowl – the plump, red goji berries were particularly noticeable in the white porridge. A frown creased at his brow as he felt something warm and sticky flowing from his nose. He grabbed a tissue, but before he had the chance to wipe it clean, a drop splattered into his steaming hot bowl with a "plop".
Zheng Haoyu suddenly stood up, hurriedly holding a napkin to his nose as he rushed clumsily to the washroom on the first floor.
Su Nian touched her own nose and looked at the attentive Zhou Feng, "Uncle Zhou, he had a nosebleed."
The implication was clear – Uncle Zhou's intense nourishing regimen was too much.
A bowl of ten powerful replenishing soups in the morning and evening every day would cause any normal man to have a nosebleed.
Zhou Feng coughed awkwardly, "Ah, Miss... I'll go take a look, you eat first."
