Mi Shen almost bit the plate as well, and after she finished, smacking her lips with lingering enjoyment, she asked, "Fengchang, is there any more?"
Li Fengchang could cook, and he made incredibly delicious food. He usually didn't cook, only when she was sick and had a poor appetite would he condescend to personally make meals for the patient—her. The only thing that left her unsatisfied was that Li Fengchang controlled the portion size, and she could never eat to her heart's content.
While others always hoped to stay healthy and avoid sickness, after eating the meals Fengchang made for the sick, she wished she could stay ill forever.
Li Fengchang glanced at the gleaming empty plate and said indifferently, "Eating too much at night can lead to indigestion."
Reaching for the warm boiled water, he handed it to her, and Mi Shen obediently took a few sips, "I want to sit for a while, Fengchang, you should go rest."
