"Brother Ayin, I'll cook tomorrow. Is there anything in particular you want to eat? Just tell me."
Fengxuan truly cared for his health. After feeding him porridge, she spoke to Yu Chiyin.
Yu Chiyin took the tissue she handed to him and wiped his lips, "Whatever you made for Liuxing today, just make the same for tomorrow."
"Let me correct that. I specifically wanted to cook for you. I just didn't expect Liuxing to have such a big appetite, and you didn't warn me. If I had known, I wouldn't have given the food box to him," Fengxuan said regretfully.
Hearing the words "specifically for him," Yu Chiyin felt slightly better.
Knock, knock. Long Qi knocked on the door from outside, "Young Master, Mister Wen had arrived."
Upon hearing this, Fengxuan swiftly tidied up the tabletop and called for entry, then turned to Yu Chiyin and said:
"I'll go and receive Grandpa Wen."
