"Miss, could I trouble you to lend your kitchen for making some medicinal porridge?"
After finishing breakfast, Xuan Ming asked as he stood up.
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Certainly."
She knew that Duan Yunfei would likely wake up soon.
"Ah, my forgetfulness!" Xuan Ming reproached himself, "I forgot to give some ingredients for Xuan Ying to prepare medicinal food just now."
"There's no need to worry about that," Old Tang said, "The last time Miss Shen was ill, I had someone send over quite a few ingredients for medicinal porridge, there should still be some left."
Shen Qinglan said, "I'll ask Aunt Yang to cook some medicinal porridge."
With that, she stood up and left.
As soon as she left, Duan Yunfei woke up.
"Young Master!"
Xuan Ming, who first noticed him open his eyes, couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
Seeing him attempting to move, Xuan Ming was startled and quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Young Master, don't move, there's an injury on your back."
