His appetite was much larger than that of ordinary people. When he was in Wushan Village, he had to eat four big bowls. Back then, in that poor household, he and his second brother could both eat a lot, eating away their poverty.
Later, he established his career, but without her, he could barely manage two bowls, always lacking appetite.
With her staying, he felt joy in his heart, and his appetite returned.
Li Mu stood by his side, noticing the Valley Master's larger consumption than usual, and said with shame, "It's my fault, I didn't dare to serve you meals yesterday."
Last night, the Valley Master was in a stupor. To feed him, they would have had to pry open his mouth. How could the servants dare to do such a disrespectful act to their master? They didn't dare.
So yesterday, the bowl of porridge remained unfed.
"It's alright." Xiao Yuchuan finished the last bowl of rice, contemplating that eating more would make him healthier and his injury recover faster.
