That afternoon, Fan Jin came to the bamboo grove for his usual exploitation of his brother. When he saw his brother's rosier cheeks, he felt both relieved and glad at the same time.
Fan Zhuo's meals had been completely switched to medicinal cuisine and though it was not as tasty as the usual cuisine Fan Qi had previously arranged, it was nevertheless different and a welcomed change.
Ah Jing's face was dark as he brought the dishes out to the table. Fan Zhuo picked up his chopsticks consciously and lowered his head to start eating the medicinal cuisine prepared for him, trying his hardest to shut out the incredibly alluring fragrance wafting past his nose from the lavish spread prepared for the other two.
