Time seemed to pass a bit slowly. Foster Five sat in the courtyard, not even bothering to cover himself with the fox fur blanket, and the housekeeper watched them. Fifth Young Master was dressed a bit thinly, feeling worried inside.
In truth, no one really knew whether Fifth Young Master's health was good or not. Wasn't he dressed too lightly? Although charcoal braziers were lit all around, the air carried a chill, as winter had indeed arrived.
The housekeeper noticed Foster Five's complexion seemed somewhat better than a couple of days ago, and cautiously offered another bowl of bird's nest: "Fifth Young Master, please have some while it's hot. When the massage time gets longer, your stomach might get uncomfortable."
Foster Five didn't even glance at the housekeeper. He extended a hand, and the housekeeper quickly handed over the exquisite small bowl.
