Recovering from an injury feels just like fattening up pigs, and the food isn't even good.
Qin Miaomiao's gunshot wound wasn't very severe, but in Mr. Lu Qing's eyes, it seemed like a huge ordeal. She was made to drink soup every day for nourishment, yet because of the injury, only a tiny pinch of salt was added. Her taste buds felt like they were dying of blandness.
"Ninth Uncle, can't you make a different soup? I really can't drink any more rich chicken soup."
"Whether you can or not, you have to drink it. It's good for your recovery."
"I'm pretty much turning into a pig from all this nourishment. Ninth Uncle, don't you know women look bad when they're too fat?"
Mr. Jiu raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "You're already married off, what are you worried about?"
Qin Miaomiao: .....
Waaaah! Ninth Uncle, you're no longer the Ninth Uncle I used to like!
"Where's Xiao Chen?"
"He went to find Ouyang Yan."
