"How does it taste?" Lu Xiao looked at Xue Qingsong and arched an eyebrow to ask a question.
Xue Qingsong had even taken a seat and then picked up another piece.
"Unique flavor."
"Then eat more."
"Okay."
So, under everyone's astonished gazes, Xue Qingsong ate the entire plate of cold dishes clean.
After he finished eating, Xue Qingsong didn't forget to pull out a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"How do you feel?" Lu Xiao asked again.
"A fiery warmness in the belly, warmth coursing through the entire body." Xue Qingsong felt for a moment and then began describing his physical condition.
Lu Xiao nodded, "Then the dosage is just right. Find someone to give you a massage before going to sleep tonight, and your chronic back injury should mostly dissolve."
Hearing Lu Xiao's words, a smile covered Xue Qingsong's aged face.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Xue Qingsong faced Lu Xiao, clutching his fist in the other hand and bowing.
