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Even though Fu Hanwen had just eaten two bowls of noodle soup, when Xiao Ruo finished cooking the porridge and fish soup, he drank two big bowls of porridge and a bowl of fish soup, and still managed to finish half a pound of crucian carp.
After eating, just as Xiao Ruo was about to take the bowls and chopsticks to the stream to wash, Fu Hanwen suddenly clutched his head in pain and squatted to the ground.
"Brother Fu—"
Xiao Ruo dropped the bowl, ran around the stove and rushed over: "Brother Fu, what's wrong?"
Fu Hanwen felt as if his head was about to explode, and his ears emitted a piercing noise; he couldn't hear what Xiao Ruo was saying at all.
"Brother Fu..."
Xiao Ruo tried to reach for his wrist to check his pulse, but she couldn't grab hold of it, anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
With no other option, Xiao Ruo gritted her teeth and delivered a chop toward the back of his neck.
