"Stop sleeping already and get something to eat!" Jun Xian heartily beckoned his son as he called the servants to serve him the freshly prepared porridge. The moment the prorridge was brought into the room, the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs permeated the room.
When the servants entered the room with the piping hot porridge, the aroma was so enticing that both father and son momentarily looked at the steaming bowls absentmindedly.
The porridge had a faint smell of herbs but the smell was not too overpowering. Having not eaten for such a long time, Jun Qing could feel his stomach contracting once the bowl was placed in front of him.
Once he took in a deep breath, the aroma assaulted all his senses and his previous loss of appetite was history. He struggled to sit up in his bed to enjoy his first meal for these past few days.
