Patting their rounded stomachs and carrying a food box, the couple walked out of the restaurant with expressions of total satisfaction.
Jin Qianqian couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "It really is true that the finest ingredients only require the simplest cooking methods. We're in for a treat from now on."
"We certainly are," Gu Wenheng agreed, "but you're still too thin. Let's go to the medical hall to get you checked out."
He had been thinking about this for a while. Doctor Liu outside the city seemed to have limited medical skills, at most capable of treating minor ailments like headaches and fevers.
"Being a bit thin is nice. Look how bony I am," Jin Qianqian said self-deprecatingly, looking down at herself. "Good thing we don't live by the sea, or a strong breeze would blow me away and I'd be a master of Qinggong."
"Stop joking around," Gu Wenheng said. "If your body isn't properly nurtured, you'll be the one suffering later, and I'll be the one whose heart aches.
