"What's this? Porridge with wild herbs? Let me get a bowl and try some." Wen Yuan held Shen Yibin's culinary skills in the highest regard and was ready to dig in without a second thought.
"Whoa, hold on! That bowl is a bit big. You should use a smaller one." Shen Yibin quickly stopped him. 'The other day, I had just a small bowl of soup and got a nosebleed. How are you going to handle a big bowl like that? Besides, you're not as sturdy as I am. You know what they say, a weak constitution can't handle potent remedies. You'd better have a smaller portion.'
"Er..." Wen Yuan was mortified. 'Is Bin saying I eat too much?' He held the bowl suspended in midair, unsure whether to retract it or not, feeling incredibly awkward.
