In the evening, Wen Jing took out frozen dumplings from the fridge and cooked them for everyone. Baozi also had a small electric stew pot and made fish soup just for me.
Before leaving the city, they bought two large bags of frozen foods from the supermarket: chicken, fish, dumplings, and slices of beef and lamb.
In Baozi's bags, there were vacuum-sealed slices of traditional Chinese medicine, all tonics. To conceal my identity, I had no choice but to accept her good intentions.
As the car journeyed for several days, I ate medicinal meals three times a day. The taste was secondary, as long as there were no other side effects.
Once, Shunfeng also wanted to enjoy the 'craft' of the cute girl and got himself a small bowl of chicken soup. He drank it in one gulp, clutched his throat, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
