Under a certain someone's burning gaze, Xu Yuanfei cooked a bowl of hangover soup. She tasted it. It wasn't anything delicious. It was bitter and astringent, but she still scooped a bowl for Jing Hanchuan.
He was sitting on the sofa and stirring the soup bowl with a spoon. Just by smelling the pungent smell, he felt a little more awake.
Actually, there were not many medicinal herbs in it. They were all nourishing food. There might even be some ingredients with strong smells mixed in, causing the entire soup to have a strong scent.
Xu Yuanfei also scooped a bowl and sat opposite him, staring at him drinking the soup.
The spoon pressed against his lips. He only opened his mouth a little, and his throat slid. He seemed to have drunk it.
"Does it taste good? How do you feel?" She looked forward to his answer eagerly.
"You'll understand after tasting it."
