Song Chunfang, who had little appetite due to her weakness and the after-effects of anesthesia, caught the enticing scent. Her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the spoonful of glistening, warm porridge, and she instinctively swallowed.
As the warm porridge entered her mouth, an indescribable warmth carrying a light sweetness and a soothing quality flowed down her throat, instantly relieving the thirst and faint discomfort from the surgery.
Song Chunfang chewed and swallowed instinctively, then opened her mouth again, waiting for the next spoonful.
Fang Rong was a little surprised by her teacher's sudden appetite, but she was more happy than anything, and quickly continued to feed her one spoonful after another.
Song Chunfang ate faster and faster with almost no pause. In no time, the small bowl of thin porridge was wiped clean.
She let out a soft sigh. A hint of color returned to her pale face, and her eyes looked a little brighter.
