After Lu Chen finished speaking, Lin Wanyun said, "You exhaust your mind over the affairs of the North Country and still look after your wives at night; you really should take in more nourishment."
Hearing this, Lu Chen smiled slightly, then put down his hand and scooped up a spoonful of soup. "Madam Lin is right, with so many women of mine, I really should replenish."
At this point, Lu Chen lifted his hand again and brought the spoonful of soup to his lips, as Lin Wanyun stared intently at Lu Chen's movements, eager to see him drink the soup.
The next moment, Lu Chen blew on the spoon and tipped it, drinking the soup into his mouth.
After seeing Lu Chen's throat move to swallow, Lin Wanyun's heart tensed up again. Chen'er hadn't noticed before because he hadn't touched the soup; she was unsure whether he would detect anything now that the Pair-Wing Butterfly powder had entered his body.
Lin Wanyun tentatively asked, "Chen'er, how is the soup?"