Zhang Lingying finished speaking, yet Lu Jing remained motionless, merely staring at the food in front of him.
Zhang Lingying didn't bother with him, placing a spoon into the bowl of well-cooked porridge, then putting it in front of him. She continued, "Drink the porridge first. Your stomach hasn't had food for a long time, and suddenly having something too hard might make you uncomfortable. If the porridge tastes bland, you can have it with some side dishes. I consulted the doctor before making these dishes; you can eat them, but only in small amounts."
Zhang Lingying wasn't sure if Lu Jing was listening to her, or if he was willing to eat at all.
Seeing Lu Jing reach out to pick up the spoon, she felt a sense of relief.
As long as he was willing to eat.
However, soon she noticed another problem. Lu Jing was eating, but he did it soullessly, mechanically following her instructions, spooning porridge into his mouth, bite by bite.
