Sheng Tang received the rice porridge from the delivery guy.
The rice porridge came with some side dishes.
Sheng Tang placed it on the dining table and asked Gu Jiahui, "Do you want to eat a bit or go directly to sleep?"
Gu Jiahui was still unsteady on his feet.
"... I'll eat a bit; my stomach feels uncomfortable," he said.
He sat at the dining table, his hand trembling as he picked up the spoon, his body still not quite under his control.
Sheng Tang helped him hold the bowl, bringing it to his lips so he could drink it that way.
By the time the porridge was delivered, it wasn't that hot anymore.
Gu Jiahui drank half a bowl with Sheng Tang's help, then shook his head and said he couldn't drink anymore.
It wasn't until around four in the morning that he woke up, with about seventy to eighty percent of his drunkenness gone.
His head hurt terribly.
At eight the next morning, Sheng Tang ordered breakfast deliveries again, and Gu Jiahui also got up.
