Wen Nuan went to heat up the pork liver porridge. Ye Feimo rubbed his waist and thought to himself that Wen Nuan was really trying to fatten him up. It would be a miracle if he didn't gain weight eating a late-night meal at midnight.
Ye Feimo walked over, propped his chin on his hand in a slightly conflicted manner, and waited for Wen Nuan to feed him. He couldn't help but say, "Wen Nuan, I just lost four pounds."
"Why does your weight fluctuate so much?" Wen Nuan turned around and brought out the heated pork liver porridge. "I've gained two pounds recently. Sister Xiaojing won't let my weight go over 94 pounds. She's so ruthless. She doesn't even consider how tall I am. 100 pounds is a very normal weight for me. This pork liver porridge is very nutritious and won't make you gain fat. It's fine to eat a lot of it."
