"Pfft—"
Mu Anran nearly choked on her own saliva.
She looked up at Yu Lingqian, her eyes filled with confusion.
But she saw the cool man elegantly pick up his chopsticks and dip them into each dish, "Madam Lin said you bought all these dishes, so you're on your period and lacking blood?"
Huh?
Mu Anran glanced at the several dishes on the table and was instantly dumbfounded.
Pig's blood ginger soup, brown sugar pork trotters, angelica stewed chicken, red date sago, spinach and pepper soup, black bean honey peanuts and dates—almost all of them were meant for replenishing blood.
Damn, she had only thought about buying blood-enriching food at the supermarket earlier and didn't buy anything else...
Yu Lingqian, such a picky person, must hate her now, thinking that she was torturing him while he was injured!
Whimper!
Watching Mu Anran's pale face, a playful look flashed through the depths of Yu Lingqian's eyes.
