Long Yingtong had moved to the next door residence, not sharing a room with Yang Mengchen.
Staring at Yang Mengchen's slightly gaunt face, Long Xuanmo's eyes darkened, and after a long while, he left as silently as he had come.
"Send someone to look for iron rods and sweet wormwood as well as various fruits, and the items Ah Jiu needs. Mo Lei, return to the residence immediately to fetch the thousand-year ginseng."
"As you command!" Mo Yun and the others respectfully complied.
The next day, as soon as dawn began to break, Yang Mengchen got out of bed and went to the small kitchen to make date paste cakes, honey sponge cakes, dragon beard sweets, as well as steamed buns, soup dumplings, preserved egg and lean pork congee, and several pickled dishes and fresh stir-fries, not forgetting the milk, of course.