"Don't just eat rice, have some vegetables. You're at the age where you're growing."
Although it was a false alarm, Jiang Chen definitely realized the importance of health.
"Here, have some black chicken."
To Martial Saint, he truly had no ulterior motives, treating him completely like his own brother, asking him to pass the bowl over so he could ladle out some chicken from the pot.
True feelings are evident in the small details.
Martial Saint's eyes trembled, feeling deeply touched, almost unable to hold back his tears.
The other person's health was already that bad, possibly unable to have children, yet he still cared about him.
"That's enough, Brother Jiang Chen, you should eat it yourself."
"How can I finish such a big pot by myself."
Jiang Chen had no idea his privacy had been exposed, enthusiastically saying, "Come, give me the bowl, you all should try some, don't waste such a good soup."
