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Cheng Hui took Cheng Fei back to his room. As soon as she entered, she quickly closed the door gently. After making sure that no one was around, she lowered her voice and asked, "Are you okay with your injuries?"

Cheng Fei shook his head: "Don't worry, Auntie. I tried to be careful and restrain my strength along the way. The wounds are fine." "That's fine. You can clean it up."

Cheng Hui listened and nodded slightly, the worry on her face fading a little. After that, she turned around and walked out of the room quickly. Not long after, Cheng Hui came back, holding two sets of neatly folded clothes and walked into the room.

She placed the clothes on the stool beside the bed and said to Cheng Fei, "This is the new clothes I made for Lan'er. I haven't had time to give it to him yet. I see that you are about the same height as him, so I'll put it on you first."

"Thank you, aunt."

"Okay, pack up and rest in your room for the time being. Your injuries are bound to get worse after going out like this. I'll have Ah Xing bring you some food and today's medicine."

Cheng Fei nodded: "I understand, aunt."

Not long after Cheng Hui left, there was a gentle knock on the door. It was Xie Wanxing. He got up and opened the door, only to see Xie Wanxing's small figure standing at the door, holding a tray in his hand.

Xie Wanxing looked at Cheng Fei with sparkling eyes and called out with a smile, "Hello, cousin."

Cheng Fei stepped aside to let Xie Wanxing into the house. "Axing, thank you for your hard work and for taking the trouble to come all the way here."

Xie Wanxing waved his hand and said, "It's not hard. Cousin, eat quickly. Food won't taste good if it's cold. You should drink this medicine while it's hot, so that your injury will heal faster."

Cheng Fei sat down at the small table. Today's meal was finally not millet porridge. These days, millet porridge had almost become the only memory on his taste buds. Today, in front of him was a bowl of steaming hot meat porridge, accompanied by two plates of refreshing cold dishes.

Seeing him staring at the porridge in a daze, Xie Wanxing seemed to know what he was thinking. He coughed lightly and said, "Mom said she won't cook millet porridge anymore."

"The millet porridge cooked by my aunt is delicious." Cheng Fei chuckled.

After finishing the porridge, he picked up the medicine bowl again, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a bowl of plain water. He had been really curious for a long time and finally couldn't help asking, "Axing, where did this medicine come from? Why is it colorless and odorless? I have never seen medicine like this before. Is it boiled?"

Xie Wanxing was silent. She was stumped by the question. No matter how she explained it, she just mixed the pills directly into his water.

"This medicine was made by the doctor who treated you, a friend of my father." Xie Wanxing tried to come up with an explanation that would fool Cheng Fei without stopping him from questioning. "This elder is well versed in pharmacology. It went through many complicated processes to finally make this special medicine. Because the process is so meticulous, the medicine has become what it is now. It looks like plain water, but it's actually very effective. You're able to recover so quickly thanks to this."

"Indeed, this medicine is much more effective than ordinary medicines." Cheng Fei raised his head and drank the bowl of medicine that looked like plain water. The medicine slid down his throat, but he still couldn't feel any special taste, just a cool feeling. He thought it was just a bowl of plain water, but seeing that Xie Wanxing didn't know anything, he didn't ask any more questions.

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If we were to say who were the happiest people in the family because of Cheng Fei's arrival, it would definitely be Xie Lin and Xie Heng. During dinner, Xie Lin and Xie Heng sat on either side of Cheng Fei, their eyes filled with irrepressible excitement and enthusiasm.

Xie Heng picked up the largest piece of braised pork and put it in Cheng Fei's bowl, his eyes shining as he said, "Cousin Cheng Fei, try this. This is my mother's specialty, it's delicious!" The braised pork was bright red in color, with alternating fat and lean meat. It had an attractive luster under the light and was fragrant.

Xie Lin also picked up a large chicken drumstick and put it in his bowl: "Cousin, you eat this fried chicken drumstick, I like it too. This chicken drumstick is fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Take a bite, the taste is so good, wow, you will definitely like it."

Cheng Fei was somewhat flattered. He was the only son in the family. In the past, whenever it was time to eat, the huge dining room was only filled with the servants' quiet figures. They were like silent shadows, silently bringing plates of carefully prepared dishes to the table, and then respectfully stepping aside. The whole process was so quiet that only the rustling of clothes could be heard.

Even when dining with my grandmother and father, we followed strict etiquette. The rule of "no talking while eating" was adhered to at the table. Everyone ate quietly, as if eating was also a solemn ceremony.

This kind of scene of brotherly love and respect was very unfamiliar to Cheng Fei, but he did not hate this feeling.

"Thank you, cousin Lin, cousin Heng."

"Okay, okay, stop picking up the food for the two of you and eat your own." Cheng Hui watched from the side and quickly spoke out to stop them. She was still worried about the injury on Cheng Fei's back. The injury had not healed yet and she couldn't let these two guys pick up these greasy foods for Cheng Fei so enthusiastically.

Cheng Hui continued, "Afei, you've been fleeing all this way here, and your body is still weak. You need to slowly replenish your body. You should eat less of these greasy and oily foods, otherwise your stomach might not be able to handle it."

Cheng Fei could of course hear the hidden meaning in Cheng Hui's words: "Aunt is right, I've made note of it. Thank you for your concern."

"Stop eating here and there. How are your studies going?" Xie Songlin said sarcastically at the side. Looking at the carefree children, he wanted to teach them something.

Xie Lin and Xie Heng had been surrounding Cheng Fei with great joy, their enthusiasm still fading. However, upon hearing this, they immediately wilted like two eggplants hit by frost. They looked at each other and saw a hint of guilt in each other's eyes.

Xie Lin scratched his head and replied, "Dad, we've been studying very hard recently."

Xie Heng also echoed, "Yes, Dad, we have been studying very hard recently. If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Shen. But since my cousin finally came to our house, we wanted to spend more time with him. We will make up for our studies in the future."

Xie Songlin raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Are you really that hardworking?"

Cheng Fei also asked curiously, "Are all my cousins studying at Hanfeng Academy?"

"Lan'er is indeed studying in the academy." Xie Songlin turned his gaze to Xie Lin and the others. "Of course, they won't pass the exam, so we hired a teacher for them. He teaches them how to read and write in the shop on weekdays."

Xie Heng was busy changing the topic to Cheng Fei so that Xie Songlin wouldn't focus too much on the brothers' schoolwork: "Cousin Fei, do you study at home too?"

Cheng Fei was about to answer, but the words were on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly stopped. He remembered that his current persona was Cheng Hui's nephew who had fled from famine. If he could read, it would seem too inconsistent with this miserable identity. He could only shake his head and said, "I haven't been to school. I just know a few simple words."

"That's great, then how about cousin study with us?" Xie Lin couldn't wait to pull people in.