A month later, he had fully recovered. Not only was his body well-rested, but under her meticulous care, he had even gained some weight. She, on the other hand, had grown visibly thinner from poor appetite and restless nights, so much so that it seemed a single gust of wind could blow her away.
He saw all this, and it pained his heart. In the month after she returned home, he used his grandmother's name as an excuse to send nourishing soups to her every day.
The nourishing soups were made from rare medicinal materials and were highly effective. After drinking them for a month, she had become just as plump and radiant as before. Yet he still wasn't satisfied—he constantly wished to feed her more, to make her appear robust and sturdy.
