"How was it, did it taste good?"
"It was okay."
Chen Mo smiled and stopped talking, lifting pieces of the whole Spirit Fish from the dish and feeding them into Nalan Yiren's mouth.
After she finished eating, he used a handkerchief to wipe away the shiny oil from her lips.
"Do you want to eat some more?" Chen Mo softly asked.
"I'll do it myself..."
Nalan Yiren started forming seals with her hands, and the commotion in the medicine furnace calmed down.
She gently exhaled and slowly concluded, saying, "Alright, next we add various poisons and simmer for forty-nine days, and it will be done."
"You've worked hard." Chen Mo reached out and held Nalan Yiren's slender hand.
This time, after a few breaths, Nalan Yiren finally withdrew her hand, without saying anything, picking up chopsticks to eat the dishes Chen Mo brought.
Chen Mo also remained silent, sitting quietly beside her, watching her eat.
