Ye Anran hurriedly shook her head: "I just have anemia. I'm not that weak. I can walk by myself."
It was the same when she had just been discharged from the hospital. She wouldn't let him carry her, but ended up in his arms anyway.
"I like holding you, my dear!"
"I'm not really that weak."
"I like holding you." He smiled faintly, his tone gentle but insistent.
"..." Unable to argue with him, Ye Anran let him carry her.
He carried her all the way in.
Knowing that they had returned, Steward Zhang came up promptly to serve them: "Second Master, Madam, you're back?"
"Yes, ask the kitchen to prepare some millet porridge, make it sticky, and stir fry a couple of light dishes. Madam has been unwell for a few days, so her diet should be light, not spicy nor oily, and avoid finishing touches." Bo Jinyu held Ye Anran as he instructed.
Steward Zhang quickly took notes, responding: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away in the kitchen."
