"Young Master Duan, have a bowl of conch soup. I just tried it myself, and it tastes delicious!"
Ding Xuan took the liberty to ladle out a bowl of conch soup, smiling brightly as she stood up and brought it to Duan Yunfei.
Duan Yunfei’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression somewhat displeased.
Xuan Ming was about to say something when Shen Qinglan calmly remarked, "Conch soup can delay wound healing."
She lifted her eyes to look at Ding Xuan, whose expression had frozen instantly, and said, "Miss Ding, your intention to care for a patient is kind, but you must be more cautious next time."
The only person present with medical knowledge, Xuan Ming, said, "Miss Shen is absolutely right!"
Ding Xuan felt truly embarrassed and aggrieved.
Ignorance once is fine; being foolish twice is inexcusable.
After all, she was her cousin. Tang Wan didn’t want her to feel too humiliated, so she chuckled and said, "It seems my cousin should read a few more medical books next time and then return quickly to her seat."
Ding Xuan, upon hearing this, acknowledged it and returned to her seat with the soup.
Shen Qinglan stood up to ladle a bowl of winter melon pork rib soup for Duan Yunfei, placing it before him and saying, "This one you can have."
Duan Yunfei’s response carried an undeniable hint of amusement.
"Are you done yet? The bowl can’t hold it all!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Just then, Xuan Ying suddenly shouted in dissatisfaction.
Shen Qinglan turned her head slightly and saw that Xuan Ying’s bowl was filled only with dishes, not rice, while Le Zhao’s chopsticks, holding a piece of chicken, hovered over the bowl.
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The others also remained silent, with their eyes all focused on them.
Xuan Ying’s ears turned red instantly, and he used his chopsticks to push Le Zhao’s chopsticks aside before burying his head to eat.
Le Zhao paused, then silently smiled, putting the piece of chicken into his own mouth.
Ding Xuan frowned in distaste, while Xuan Ming looked pensive, and the others occasionally glanced at Le Zhao and Xuan Ying with interest.
Duan Yunfei also frequently picked food for Shen Qinglan, always giving her what she had already reached for twice.
This scene was exceptionally glaring in Ding Xuan’s eyes.
She poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, her chest feeling heavy and tight, unable to eat a single bite.
Yan Yijie, sitting nearby, kept picking dishes for Tang Wan, adding another layer to Ding Xuan’s displeasure.
Luo Tianjie, sitting beside her, didn’t even lift his head, absorbed in eating and drinking without asking her what she wanted to eat, lacking a bit of gentlemanly demeanor.
Luo Tianjie couldn’t be bothered with her; he never bothered to pay attention to unrelated people.
After dinner, they drank tea together for a while, and then everyone dispersed.
Shen Qinglan stayed behind as she had something to ask Duan Yunfei for help with.
Xuan Ming and Xuan Ying also didn’t leave because they needed to take care of Duan Yunfei.
Shen Qinglan looked at Duan Yunfei, momentarily unsure how to begin.
"Is there something you want to say?"
Seeing her hesitant to speak, Duan Yunfei directly asked.
"Yes!" Shen Qinglan nodded, "I want to ask you for a favor."
Duan Yunfei said, "Go ahead."
"I know you are acquainted with the County Magistrate, so I’d like you to act as a mediator."
"Oh?" Duan Yunfei frowned, "Is there something I can’t help with directly?"
Shen Qinglan looked at him and said, "You’ve seen that it’s been raining continuously these days, and many villages in Jinxi Town are along the banks of the Yingyang River. I’m worried that if the rain continues, there might be a disaster."
She paused and continued, "I want you to help persuade the County Magistrate to send people to the villages near Yingyang River to inform them so that the villagers can temporarily evacuate to avoid unnecessary losses."