He Yiran said, "It's totally normal to feel weak. You haven't eaten anything for a week, and when you went home, you were only having three bowls of soup a day. No matter how nutritious, that's just water at the end of the day. Nothing beats a proper meal."
"I know, but Brother Tianyu won't let me eat, says my stomach hasn't recovered yet, and rice is hard to digest."
These past two days, she'd been surviving entirely on the nutritious soups and Spiritual Spring Water Fan Tianyu brought her. She was so hungry that she'd secretly gone and cooked herself a bowl of dumpling soup, but Fan Tianyu caught her and refused to let her eat it—instead, he ate it all himself right in front of her. Like, seriously, wouldn't you be pissed off too?
But Mei Mengzhen didn't argue much, since now she was back at school—she could do whatever she wanted with her food anyway.
"Yiran, let's go to the cafeteria. Once I've had a meal, I should be fine."
