He practically threw himself onto the stool, grabbing the wooden spoon.
He didn't bother blowing on it as he took a massive, scalding spoonful of the broth.
The Drunken Sovereign froze.
His eyes widened. The flush on his cheeks seemed to pale by a fraction instantly.
A shudder ran through his entire frame as the neutralizing herbs and the rich, replenishing Yang energy of the broth hit his abused liver like a restorative lightning bolt.
He didn't speak. He just lowered his head and began to inhale the soup, the bowl emptying in a matter of seconds.
Ji'an sat down across from him, crossing her arms, her spatula resting on the table between them.
She watched him wipe the bottom of the bowl with a piece of leftover flatbread she had heated up.
"Better now, master?" Ji'an asked dryly.
Jiu Zui let out a long, rumbling sigh, leaning back on the stool until it balanced precariously on two legs.
