Early morning.
Chen Feng opened his eyes.
Although he hadn't slept all night, after absorbing a huge amount of Spiritual Energy, he felt refreshed and his mental state peaked.
"Chen Feng."
A gentle voice came from afar.
It was Jiang Yingxue who hurried over, holding a very unique lunch box from which wafts of fragrance drifted.
Inside was a big bowl of rice and a bowl of fresh spare rib soup.
"Yingxue, you're really thoughtful," Chen Feng felt deeply moved.
He sat by the lake, feasting heartily, and soon finished his breakfast without leaving a single grain of rice.
"If it's not enough, I can go cook some more," Jiang Yingxue said with a sweet smile.
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head, patting his round belly, "No need, I am already full."
Seeing how Jiang Yingxue took such good care of Chen Feng, Lin Churan felt a hint of jealousy and couldn't help but pout, "Chen Feng, you toiled through the whole night. Was it effective?"
