Lan Wangji smiles when he sees him waking up. In the dining room, there it was. Pork rib soup. It was a classic dish. He modified it to make mildly spicy with peppers, add some cut up carrots and potatoes to it with seasonings.

"I did. I know it's your favorite. Do you slept well? Come on over while the food is hot."

Sliding into the chair. The soup is steaming and there's a plate of rice for Wei Wuxian to eat with it.