Song Wan's hand trembled as she picked up a small piece of meat and brought it to her lips.
She cautiously sniffed it.
She used to love meat, couldn't live without it. But now, the mere sight of it made her gag. Some dishes were so poorly prepared that she would vomit just from the smell.
Song Qingquan and the others watched her intently.
Song Wan's mother stood ready to grab a trash can at any moment.
*Gulp.*
Song Wan swallowed hard.
The aroma of the meat made her want to eat it.
"Wan'er, eat it," Song Qingquan said, his voice filled with anguish.
Seeing their precious daughter reduced to this state broke his heart. Even the Song family's vast wealth couldn't restore her health.
Slowly, Song Wan placed the meat in her mouth. To their surprise, the familiar nausea didn't arise.
Song Qingquan and the others held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.
Whether Song Wan could keep it down was crucial. Without nourishment, she might die!
Song Qingquan and his wife did have a son, but they had poured more affection into their daughter, Song Wan.
Song Wan chewed slowly, her teeth working on the food.
It wasn't particularly delicious, but she found it acceptable. After a few chews, she swallowed.
"Dad, Mom, you should eat too," she said.
"It's not bad," Song Wan's mother replied, her eyes glistening with tears.
This was the first time in two years that Song Wan had eaten normally. Before, she had vomited everything she tried, even fruits.
If it weren't for modern medicine, Song Wan would have been buried long ago.
"Honey, you should have some," Song Qingquan said, serving his wife some vegetables.
"Mmm."
"Wan'er, let's eat together," Song Wan's mother murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. She took a bite of the dish and froze.
Her taste buds were overwhelmed by an unprecedented sensation.
"Husband, this is incredible!" she exclaimed. "You have to try it!"
Song Qingquan tried it and was quickly astonished.
He had tasted countless delicacies and attended numerous state banquets, but no food had ever given him such an experience.
This dish utterly surpassed all the exquisite meals he had ever eaten.
"Wan'er, try this one next," Song Wan's mother said, serving her another dish. "You used to love these."
Song Wan slowly ate it.
"It's alright," she nodded.
Song Qingquan and his wife exchanged a glance.
If even this tasted merely "alright" to Song Wan, it was no wonder she had vomited up those other dishes in the past.
"Wan'er, eat as much as you can," Song Qingquan urged.
Time passed slowly.
Song Qingquan and his wife only sampled a small portion of each dish, knowing that Lin Chen only prepared three to five tables per month.
Normally, Song Wan couldn't even stomach rice, but today, she managed to eat half a bowl, softened with soup.
For Song Wan's current condition, half a bowl of rice with a few dishes was sufficient; eating more would be detrimental.
"Mom and Dad, I'm full. You two take your time."
Song Wan said to her parents.
After eating, she felt much better, her energy and spirits greatly improved.
Song Qingquan put down his chopsticks. "I'm full."
"Me too," Song Wan's mother said, also setting down her chopsticks.
Song Wan blinked in surprise. "You barely ate anything! You had less than I did."
"We'll pack the rest to enjoy later," Song Qingquan explained.
"But why? Dad, do we really need to pack leftovers? Is the family in financial trouble?" Song Wan asked, puzzled.
She'd never cared about such things before, spending most of her days locked in her room.
Song Qingquan shook his head. "No, the family is doing well. It's just that this meal was prepared by Master Lin. He only cooks three to five tables each month, and it's very difficult to secure a reservation."
After a moment of silence, Song Wan said, "Dad, so you didn't eat much because you wanted to save more for me?"
"Mm." Song Qingquan nodded slightly.
Song Wan's mother said, "Wan'er, it's fine if we don't eat. We'll be perfectly happy as long as you eat well."
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry," Song Wan murmured.
Song Qingquan quickly said, "Wan'er, you don't need to apologize. You didn't do it on purpose; you were sick."
"Just focus on recovering your health first."
Song Wan nodded.
Song Qingquan and his wife carefully packed everything up, not spilling a drop of the soup. They mixed the soup with the rice, making it easier for Song Wan to eat.
In total, there were ten dishes. Today, they had eaten a bit more than one dish's worth, leaving over eight dishes.
Song Qingquan mentally calculated that given Song Wan's condition, half a dish per meal, mixed with rice, would be sufficient. With her weak stomach, two meals a day would be enough.
These dishes should last Song Wan a little over a week.
"Honey, can we ask Master Lin to make more for Wan'er? We'll pay him more. If a million per table isn't enough, we'll give him ten million," Song Wan's mother said as they drove away.
"I'll go see Master Lin tomorrow," Song Qingquan replied. "Wife, let's stay in Magic City for a while."
"Mm-hmm."
Song Wan's mother nodded.
They also had a house in Magic City.
Back at their home in Magic City, Song Qingquan quickly divided the packed dishes and froze them. They had chosen dishes that were suitable for freezing.
He knew the flavor would be somewhat diminished after thawing, but as long as Song Wan could eat them, that was all that mattered.
Before they knew it, evening had arrived.
Song Wan's mother took out a portion from the freezer.
Each portion was about half a plate, and after dividing them, each portion contained a variety of dishes to ensure a balanced meal.
"Wan'er, try this," Song Qingquan said, his voice tinged with anxiety as he watched Song Wan eat the heated dish.
"Mm-hmm."
Song Wan took small bites.
She could tell it wasn't quite as good as the midday meal, but it was still edible.
"Dad, Mom, you should eat too," Song Wan said.
The housekeeper had prepared several other dishes for the table.
"Yes, yes!" Song Qingquan's face lit up with joy. "Darling, you eat first. I'll get some wine."
He hadn't had a drink in a long time, not since Song Wan had been like this.
"Husband, bring me a wine glass too," Song Wan's mother said.
She had never drunk alcohol before, but now she wanted a drink.
Meanwhile, with Lin Chen and his group.
Since Lin Xiaoqian was absent, Lin Chen had prepared a candlelit dinner.
"Honey, thank you," Xu Mengyao said, gazing at Lin Chen with tender eyes under the candlelight.
"What are you thanking me for?" Lin Chen asked.
Xu Mengyao murmured, "Thank you for being so good to me and Qianqian."
Lin Chen replied gently, "You're my wife, and Qianqian is my daughter. If I'm not good to you two, who else would I be good to?"
"Is that all the thanks I get, wife?" Xu Mengyao asked, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Then I'll kiss you."
Lin Chen looked at Xu Mengyao.
"A kiss?"
"Yes," she nodded softly.
Lin Chen looked at her with concern. The last time she had kissed him, her face had turned pale and her body had trembled.
"Wife, maybe we should wait a bit longer?" he said, not wanting her to experience that again.
Xu Mengyao mustered her courage and said, "Honey, Qianqian isn't here. Even if I have an adverse reaction, it's okay."
"A few more kisses should prevent that," Lin Chen said with a smile. "Then this time, I'll kiss you."
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