"Quickly go and prepare some soup from my centuries-old ginseng for Mr. Song to replenish him," Wang Dong instructed the housekeeper. "And fetch me the donkey-hide gelatin from the storeroom."
Song Yun saw Wang Dong's panicked demeanor but remained silent. Since Wang Dong was willing to show him kindness, why should he reject it? Declining could lead others to think he couldn't let go of the matter, potentially causing misunderstandings later on.
"Exactly, exactly, bring whatever tonics you have, and don't be stingy," the middle-aged woman shouted. "Thank you for your generosity, thank you, thank you."
"Poor parents, world over," Song Yun muttered, curling his lips. "Let's leave this matter be for now and discuss it further later."
Everyone in the house moved quickly, and soon a table full of tonics was spread out in front of Song Yun.
Because one of his hands was incapacitated, the task of feeding him fell to Li Shishi.
