By the time Lin Jiaxin had awoken from a nap, his leg was still somewhat sore, but the pain was much less than before thanks to the acupuncture. Feeling his leg, now fixed with a splint, Lin Jiaxin could almost see himself walking on the ground again.
During the meal, Lao Fan was exceptionally quiet because the unfamiliar dishes had filled his mouth, and having learned from the last time they fought over food, he quickly shoveled a lot of food into his bowl as soon as the dishes were served.
Xiao Linshuang gave him a disdainful glance and scooped a full bowl of food for herself. The young and old foodies faced each other, eating with greasy faces.
