Song Zhao was cooking porridge nearby while the two casually chatted. It was mostly Gu Yanzhi asking and Song Zhao answering, both to check on the current situation and to divert her attention so that she wouldn't focus on her leg and feel the pain as much.
"Get me a small table."
In less than two minutes, the porridge was ready. Gu Yanzhi fetched a bed table from her space and gave it to Song Zhao, who set it up just outside her legs so she could eat directly from it.
"I'll get a couple of dishes."
"Okay, find something light, the doctor said you can't have greasy food right now."
Song Zhao filled a bowl with porridge and handed it to Gu Yanzhi.
"Your hand?" With no cover obstructing her view, Gu Yanzhi could now clearly see that Song Zhao's hand was wrapped in gauze, which had turned yellow from its original white due to his hard work.
