As she was washing the dishes, the man suddenly asked from outside the kitchen door: "Did you secretly take out those two boxes of tonic?"
Feng Ling was stunned once more. An indescribable feeling rose in her heart.
She turned back to look at him.
"I just saw that those things were kept there and saw that your body is much better now, but you should still nourish it. But I don't know if you'll be able to adapt to the taste, so I made some deer meat into ginseng soup in small amounts. Didn't you ask me what meat it was? It's deer meat, but I didn't put much in it."
The two of them silently "looked at each other" for a moment, and a strange ambiguity seeped into the air.
"Thankfully, it's only deer meat," the man said hoarsely. "If it were deer whips, turtle meat, and sea cucumbers, you would have been swallowed by me."
"…"
Feng Ling was really stunned. Li Nanheng seemed to be smiling helplessly as he turned to head for the bathroom.