Bei Lingsu had a broken patch on her lower lip, and there was a bloodstain on her chin too—this surprised Qiao Xiaomai.
Who could injure Bei Lingsu?
"It's nothing." Bei Lingsu heard Qiao Xiaomai's question and a trace of awkwardness flashed across her face.
But she quickly returned to her usual demeanor and casually explained, "I accidentally bit my lip, and as for the chin, I got a pimple, tried to squeeze it, and went at it too hard."
"Huh?" Qiao Xiaomai's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise. "You bit yourself? Were you craving meat?"
"Uh... kind of. I do miss your Braised Pork." Bei Lingsu nodded.
"Your body's just recovered; can you handle something so rich?" Qiao Xiaomai asked with concern.
"I can. I've recovered completely."
"I'll make it for you later!" Qiao Xiaomai slapped the table. "It's perfect timing; today we're slaughtering pigs, I'll throw you a whole pig feast."
