Song Lianhe was truly hungry.
While she was unconscious, her body's functions were dormant, so she hadn't felt hunger.
But after being tormented by that Tiger Beak until she threw up, and then getting infuriated by Old Man Luo and Nanny Gui, she was physically and mentally drained. It was only normal that she'd be hungry!
She sat on a small stool in the kitchen, holding a large porcelain bowl and wolfing down dough drop soup.
A plump auntie in a purple robe brought her another bowl.
"Slow down. There's no rush. If it's not enough, there's more."
"Thank you, Sister Mi."
Just as Song Lianhe was about to take it, a sword blocked her way.
She looked up and met Zhong Shimin's gaze.
"You've been on an empty stomach for too long. You shouldn't eat your fill."
"..."
Song Lianhe was a physician. How could she not know such common sense?
She just couldn't help herself. Besides, Sister Mi's dough drop soup was so fragrant that after one bowl, she couldn't resist a second.
