Li Haishun got better that afternoon, becoming conscious and immediately claiming that he was hungry. After lying in bed sick for a few days, the strapping young man hadn't had a proper meal, so of course he was hungry.
After Bai Yue asked Bai Xiao whether it was okay to eat, she made Li Haishun a bowl of noodle soup with bright red tomatoes, threw in a few spinach leaves, and topped it off with a poached egg. Li Haishun devoured two large bowls in one breath; if Bai Xiao hadn't been worried he might overeat and stopped him, he could have eaten even more.
Li Haishun, wiping the soup from the corner of his mouth, still seemed to crave more as he said to Bai Yue, "Mom, the noodle soup is really delicious. How come we are at Auntie's place now? Dad won't be happy if he knows, right?" Ever since he was little, Li Dashan never looked at him with favor, never giving him a kind face, always either hitting or scolding him. His first worry was that Li Dashan would be upset.
