"Sit down, sit down."
Wen Xiao'ai pulled Feng Liyan to a chair, and as soon as Feng Liyan sat down, she immediately began to massage his shoulders and back in a flattering manner.
"Are you tired? Have you had dinner? There's so much good food here, would you like to eat something? If it's not enough, I can ask Xiaocha to make more."
Feng Liyan raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at Wen Xiao'ai, who was eagerly massaging his arm: "Oh, has my little princess grown up? You actually care about me now? In the past, when I cooked medicinal dishes for you, I never received such treatment, and I even had to carry the concoction and chase after you to coax you into drinking it, giving you delicious treats afterward. How come you're so considerate now?"
"Ah? Medicinal dishes?" Wen Xiao'ai was startled, looking at the white medicine bowl in front of Feng Liyan, indicating that she hadn't noticed it earlier.
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai's reaction, Feng Liyan felt a bit heart-stricken.
