By the time she opened her eyes again, it was afternoon. Xia Lu lifted the blanket and got out of bed, feeling as light as a feather.
She moved to the kitchen and discovered that Aunt Zhang was stewing something, a fragrance wafting through the air. However, unlike the previously thick meat soups, the current soup was much clearer.
"Madam, you're up~" Aunt Zhang immediately helped her ladle a bowl, "I saw you were sleeping soundly at noon, so I didn't wake you. Try this soup, it's a new recipe I've tried, there's hardly any oil, see if you can stomach it."
Xia Lu leaned over to take a look, "It looks good."
She had only eaten a bowl of egg custard since morning, and now she was hungry.
After serving the rice, she happily brought the soup to the table, and Aunt Zhang also prepared two light side dishes, which greatly increased her appetite.
