Berlin, Castle:
For a moment, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The two of them met each other's gaze, but didn't know where to start.
Finally, Fu Nian took the initiative to start the conversation.
"Let me fetch some porridge for you."
"Don't do that yourself, let the servants take care of it."
"No need, I'll do it myself. It's a small matter, not troublesome at all."
Fu Nian finished speaking with a slight curve of his lips, then got up and walked towards the door.
Wen Ziyang watched Fu Nian's back intently, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
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Five minutes later.
Fu Nian used a Qinghua Porcelain bowl to serve a bowl of white porridge, prepared some tasty pickles, and brought freshly steamed cakes back to the bedroom.
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"Try it. It should be mild, which is better for recovery."
"Alright."
Wen Ziyang nodded and cooperatively moved his chopsticks.
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