For several consecutive nights, Wan Donglin kept working overtime.
Yan Xixi found it strange. She couldn't understand what he was doing. But his expression was very serious, so she didn't disturb him. Instead, she personally brewed him some ginseng tea to help him stay alert.
From seven in the morning until four in the afternoon, he remained glued to the computer, completely obsessed.
Yan Xixi had never seen him so tense. After some thought, she decided to stew some soup for him.
When Wan Donglin lifted his head, a sweet aroma wafted over to him. He immediately stood up and stretched, his expression utterly fatigued, yet his face was full of smiles. "What's this? Why does it smell so wonderful?"
Smiling, she handed him a large tureen of soup. "It's a Fig and Pear Stew. Try it. It's good for clearing internal heat and soothing dryness."
