This time, Li Mingyi didn't remain confused for long. After returning home, he searched everywhere for Jiang Huiqin. Following a bit of comforting from Chen Suhua and another glass of warm water, he gradually calmed down and became lucid.
"Feng, I'm really sorry," said the now clearheaded Li Mingyi, sitting on the sofa and leisurely placing his reading glasses on his nose, "Your dish is exactly like the one your great-aunt used to make for me."
"To be able to taste it again, I can finally go in peace to join your great-aunt," Li Mingyi said with a smile, picking up the newspaper.
"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? The doctor said you were fine at your last checkup. What do you mean, 'go down'?" Chen Suhua brought him a cup of warm water, placing it on the coffee table. "Feng, thank you for your trouble. I can take care of him here, you go back and have your meal."