When Jing Wan heard this, deep down, she was slightly angry. Murong Feng said: “He was worried about the state of your wound, so he began drinking to drowned his sorrows, causing him to become drunk so easily.” Jing Wan gave a sound of affirmation, while Murong Feng continued to say: “The doctor said that you can eat now, but you must be on a liquid diet. What do you want to eat? I will order them to prepare it for you.” Even though Jing Wan did not have an appetite, seeing that he was gazing at her so earnestly, she did not have the heart to defy his wishes, so she said without much thought: “Congee is fine.”
The kitchen worked quite rapidly, and after a short time, a lunch box with piping hot japonica rice congee was sent up, along with a small dish of six different kinds of pickled vegetables from Jin Zhou. The congee was lightly fragrant and the pickled vegetables were tastily salty. Murong Feng said with a smile: “I am also hungry.” At that time, Lan Qin was ladling a portion of congee for Jing Wan, but when she heard this, she quickly ladled some more into a bowl for him. The manservant asked from the main room: “Liu Shao, are you going to wash up here?” Murong Feng gave a sound of affirmation, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Because this place was originally his bedroom, the towel, toothbrush in the bathroom were prepared as before.