An An smiled and drank slowly. She's not foolish; she just didn't want him to feed her in front of her parents. She felt a bit embarrassed.
If it were just the two of them, it wouldn't matter so much; after all, she still felt a little shy.
Feng Zhihe cooked a few dishes, not making them too greasy.
An An, during her recovery period, should eat lighter foods.
For dinner, An An's appetite improved somewhat. She ate a bowl of rice and drank two bowls of soup.
After the rituals were done in the evening, she took a nap and her spirits improved significantly.
After having dinner at the Lu Family house, An An looked through some of Lu Mingfei's old photos in his room.
Moreover, his room also contained quite a few paintings.
It was evident that he had quite a talent for painting, and An An felt it was somewhat wasted.
"Honey, you're so good at painting, it's a waste not to be an artist. You should teach our kids to paint in the future."
