Sister Jin and the others told her that ever since Long Xuanmo had heard the news, he had taken care of her day and night personally, and aside from cleaning her, he attended to everything else himself.
Long Xuanmo insisted, and Aunty Luo and the others didn't feel it was their place to stop him, but in consideration of her reputation, only Aunty Luo, Uncle Luo, and a few others were aware of this.
"The porridge has just been made, be careful not to burn yourself." Avoiding Yang Mengchen's hand, Long Xuanmo scooped a small spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it until he felt the temperature was right, and then brought it to Yang Mengchen's lips, "The Doctor said your stomach is weak, so for now you can only drink porridge. Once you're a bit better, you can have a more substantial meal."
Every time Long Xuanmo would say the same words, not one more, not one less. Yang Mengchen could only laugh and cry at this but would finish her meal as usual.