Su Xiaomeng blushed, turned her eyes away, and stuffed the chicken into her mouth.
The meat was tender and indeed had a hint of herbal flavor, but it wasn't the bitterness of Chinese medicine; rather, it was somewhat sweet.
Is medicinal cuisine always this delicious? Su Xiaomeng, enjoying the taste, quietly kept stuffing meat into her mouth.
When she was about half full, she belatedly looked at Yin Shixiu, "Uncle... did you go out early for this?"
Yin Shixiu paused his chopsticks and then replied with a "Hmm" sound.
Su Xiaomeng was immediately touched, completely unaware of the insincerity in Yin Shixiu's "Hmm".
"Actually, you didn't have to bother... The porridge was already delicious."
"A bit of nutrition helps you recover faster." Yin Shixiu picked up a piece of fish for her.
Su Xiaomeng nodded bashfully.
Yin Shixiu glanced at her reddening earlobes, an unnoticed smile appeared on his lips, and the fatigue of the morning disappeared instantly.
