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When Tao opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if she had been stuffed into a ball of cotton, feeling both suffocated and bloated.

What's wrong with her?

Did she remember that she was drinking and celebrating with everyone?

Celebrate that King Cheng was crippled!

They celebrated that they could finally have some peace and quiet.

How come you're lying in bed so quickly?

A familiar voice came from beside her, tinged with anxiety: "Little sister Tao'er, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

You can't drink like that anymore.

Tao'er turned her face with difficulty and saw Dong Kui sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a wet cloth in her hand, her brows furrowed and her eyes full of worry.

"Sister Dongkui, what's wrong with me?"

Am I drunk?

Tao'er slowly sat up, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.

She wondered to herself: Is her alcohol tolerance really that bad?

She clearly remembers drinking only three cups of baijiu. Could it be that the aftereffects of this Nu'er Hong wine were too strong?

"Yes, you're drunk."

He's really drunk!

Dongkui sighed softly and placed the cloth on Tao'er's forehead.

"Next time, I'll only drink a little less than half a cup, no more than that."

It's all my fault for not stopping you in time.

I'll definitely keep an eye on you next time and make sure you don't drink too much baijiu.

Tao'er shook her head and said mischievously, "Sister Dongkui, silly girl, how can I blame you for this?"

I was so happy today that I had a couple of extra drinks. I won't do it again.

By the way, what time is it now?

How long did I sleep?

As she spoke, she rubbed her dizzy temples, secretly vowing never to drink again, for this feeling was truly unpleasant.

"You've been sleeping all afternoon. It's almost 7 PM now, and look, it's already dark outside."

Dongkui pointed to the window.

Tao looked in that direction and saw that the night was indeed deep, and it was pitch black outside the window, with only a few lights flickering faintly in the distance.

"It's so late?"

Tao'er touched her empty belly and smiled sheepishly.

No wonder I feel so hungry.

"Hey, Dongkui, do you have anything to eat?"

"Now you know you're hungry?"

Dongkui gave her a reproachful look, but her tone was full of doting affection.

"You only ate a few bites of vegetables and drank some wine at noon, and you didn't touch a single grain of rice. How could you not be hungry?"

Wait here, I'll get you a bowl of hot porridge.

Uncle Li said that since you didn't eat much at noon, you shouldn't eat meat in the evening. It would be best to drink some vegetable and lily porridge.

I cooked it myself.

After saying that, Dongkui smiled, stood up, and turned and left briskly.

Tao'er leaned against the headboard with her eyes closed, waiting for the porridge to be brought over.

It feels good to have someone take care of you when you're feeling unwell or sick.

A moment later, footsteps approached. She opened her eyes and saw Xiao Yi carrying a bowl of warm vegetable and lily porridge, a gentle and kind smile on his face.

"Peach, are you feeling better?"

Are you still feeling dizzy?

As Xiao Yi asked the question, he sat down by the bed and placed the bowl of porridge steadily on the small table by the bedside.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Xie Shiqi. My dizziness has subsided."

Tao'er responded, then looked at the doorway with some confusion, "By the way, why are you the one who came?"

Where is Sister Dongkui?

Why did Xiao Yi go instead of Sister Dongkui to serve the porridge?

A fleeting hint of unease crossed Xiao Yi's face, but he quickly smiled and said, "Dongkui was called away by Qingfeng to help out, so she asked me to bring you some porridge."

"Oh, is that so? So those two went on another date under the guise of dating..."

Hehe, I get it!

Tao'er believed it to be true, and muttered to herself: Qingfeng's skills in flirting with girls are getting better and better.

Xiao Yi picked up the bowl of porridge and gently stirred it with a spoon.

She lowered her head and blew on the hot porridge, then looked up, her ears slightly red, and stammered, "The porridge... the porridge is still a little hot. You're not fully sober yet, so... I'll feed it to you?"

After he finished speaking, his entire face turned bright red, like a red cloth just pulled out of a dye vat.

He has never said such mushy things in his life, nor has he ever fed a woman.

Tao'er paused for a moment, then waved her hand: "Uh..."

"Seventh Brother Shi, no need, no need, I'm much better now, I can drink it myself."

She doesn't have a broken hand, so why does she need to be fed?

If Sister Dongkui saw this, she would laugh at her to death.

"You feel weak all over right now, let me feed you, it's okay."

You don't need to be embarrassed.

We've gotten to know each other so well.

Xiao Yi pushed the spoon forward a little more.

He silently recalled his father's words: "You have to be thick-skinned to pursue a girl, and now is the perfect time for him to show his skills."

Just as Tao'er was about to refuse again, the door was suddenly pushed open, and A-Chen led A-Yan and Huan-Huan in one after another.

"Sister Tao'er, you're finally awake!"

Ayan was the first to rush to the bedside, his little face filled with worry.

"Ayan is so worried about you."

Do you have any other discomfort?

Grandpa Li said, "Take some medicine and get some sleep, and you'll be fine."

Tao'er reached out and touched Ayan's soft hair, smiling gently: "Grandpa Li is right, my sister will be fine after a nap, so don't worry."

Huanhuan also came over, her big, crystal-clear eyes blinking, and asked in her childish voice, "Sister Tao'er, are you really all better?"

"Huanhuan, be good, your sister is really better now."

Tao'er pinched Huanhuan's soft little face.

Xiao Yi stood frozen in place, holding the bowl of porridge, looking at the two little ones who had suddenly barged in. He felt helpless and frustrated, but he couldn't kick them out.

He looked up and met Ah Chen's gaze. Ah Chen's lips curled up slightly, his expression clearly saying, "I did it on purpose."

Xiao Yi instantly understood: You rascal, Ah Chen, if you can't win on the open, you resort to underhanded tactics.

This kid is indeed worthy of being the former Crown Prince. Although he has lost his memory, he is still very clever and cunning.

Ah Chen walked calmly to Tao'er, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze in March: "Tao'er, the porridge is getting cold, drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

If you're still hungry, there's more in the kitchen.

Luckily he arrived in time, otherwise this kid would have been fawning over Atao again.

Tao'er was starving and didn't notice the tenderness in Ah Chen's eyes, nor the sour look on Xiao Yi's face. She simply nodded and said, "Yes, I'll have some porridge first. I'm really hungry!"

She took the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful into her mouth, and the warm vegetable and lily porridge slid down her throat, making her feel much more comfortable.

She glanced at Ayan and Huanhuan, then pointed to a small plate of pastries on the coffee table: "Ayan, Huanhuan, there are jujube cakes on that coffee table. You two can share them, but don't eat too many, or you'll have indigestion tonight."

Ayan nodded obediently and took Huanhuan to get some snacks.

The two little ones each had a piece of food, sitting on small stools and eating in small bites, occasionally whispering to each other, no one knew what they were talking about.