Chapter 9 (1/2)

Gu Jing’s swollen pig face was bandaged so she wouldn’t scratch her face She didn’t ilantly It meant she couldn’t drink alcohol, eat spicy food, eat ed for a little red meat of even a little chicken, but her mum didn’t cave in front of her teary red eyes

Gu Jing saw an opportunity to ss into her deflated sto the kitchen

Gu Jing’s dry fingers grabbed a piece of braised porktable, but she felt chopsticks appeared out of thin air and it clasped her dry fingers together

‘Ah! Zhen-Lang! Let go ofcried out

‘Ok,’ Zhen Lang said He released Gu Jing’s fingers fro behind your back’

Gu Jing didn’t understand why she heard Zhen Lang’s voice for more than twenty years, yet his voice never ceased to make her arms and feet itchy

‘Does it have to be this way? It’s only one piece of braised pork ers and shoved the meat in her mouth ‘We’re adults now Do you have to be this childish?’

‘Ah!’ Gu Jing cried out and she spat out the ue

Mrs Gu poked her head through the dining roohter ‘Did you eat meat behind my back?’

Gu Jing covered her mouth and she shook her head

Zhen Lang slass of water and ice in front of Gu Jing

Gu Jing didn’t care if her eneic reaction or not, she picked up Zhen Lang’s glass of water and she drank it to cool her burnt tongue ‘Nomeat behind your back’

Gu Jing rested her chin on the dining table and she stared lovingly at the meat and seafood dishes She sed her saliva, it was her ilantly as her mum

The unsyee in front of her daughter ‘This is yours’

Gu Jing looked at her bowl of congee, there was no meat, no seafood and not even onions She looked back at the ged for leftover meat

‘Mu asked her mum who she suspected found her in a rubbish bin

‘Get it yourself,’ Mrs Gu said She carefully scooped a bowl of soup and she put it in front of Zhen Lang ‘Lang Lang, eat this nutritious bowl of soup It took aunty one day and one night to make the soup broth’

Gu Jing sniffed the delicious scent of the soup and she s?’

‘The soup is increase Lang Lang’s stamina,’ Mrs Gu said

Gu Jing laughed and she spat out the ee

Mrs Gu’s hands shi+elded Zhen Lang’s bowl of soup ‘Don’t conta’s soup’

‘Aunty, it’s ok,’ Zhen Lang said He looked at Gu Jing and he sood condition’

‘Of course you need to increase your stahter is hard to serve I’ll make more nutritious meals to increase your stamina before I leave,’ Mrs Gu said

‘Yes, aunty,’ Zhen Lang said and he stirred the bowl of soup with his spoon

Gu Jing covered her , ht to make your bowl of soup Don’t make my mum sad, make sure you eat your bowl of soup and then eat another serving of soup’

Zhen Lang forced himself to s a mouthful of the soup and he nearly spat it out when he heard Gu Jing wanted hi of soup He lifted his head and s, you wantof soup?’

‘Of course,’ Gu Jing said She nodded her head and she happily ate her plain white rice congee, which tasted delicious after she knehat soup Zhen Lang was eating ‘I hope your stamina is increased a lot The more nutritious food you eat the healthier you are’

Of course Gu Jing hoped Zhen Lang’s stamina increased, she wanted his stamina to increase to the point the blood pressure clotted his brain and his body would explode

Gu Jing was too busy gulping down her congee that she didn’t notice her mu