Fang Shuwen didn't consider himself a good person, but he still had to eat breakfast.
With limited supplies, he couldn't whip up a simple broth. Instead, he butchered the rabbit and made a stew with winter bamboo shoots.
It lacked many side ingredients, and since rabbit meat itself is lean, the stew wasn't very rich.
However, Fang Shuwen had plenty of seasonings on him, so the dish still turned out appetizing in color, aroma, and taste.
Long Qingzhi's illness was likely not too serious, a fact made apparent by the way she ate.
She practically ate her own tongue along with it.
After finishing a large bowl of the rabbit stew, she still seemed to want more.
So, Fang Shuwen ladled her another bowl.
Long Qingzhi looked embarrassed.
"Brother Fang… I, I'm full."
"…Just eat as much as you want. Don't lie."
Fang Shuwen waved his hand.
"You don't have to pretend you have a small appetite. There's more if you're not full."
"Mm."
