"Hm," he answers, because he knows Wei Ying already knows that they were founded by a buddhist monk and they keep to the diet, keep to the segregation of sexes, strict schedules, all that. He's copied all the rules countless times, surely even Qiren wouldn't have doubts.
But, to make Wei Ying happy, he plucks a single rib from one of the stations, and places it into his bowl. They are not at Cloud Recesses, so it is not strictly forbidden.
He takes such a modest amount of food for having not eaten anything for twenty four hours, but he had also not exerted his usual amount of energy. Lan Wangji is ready to help Wei Ying carry what is doubtless a bounty of all the things he'd like to eat before he passes out.
Which, speaking of. "My bed will fit two." He is thinking that they are both wounded and hungry. There is no room to be so formal and so appropriate in a situation like this.
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But, to make Wei Ying happy, he plucks a single rib from one of the stations, and places it into his bowl. They are not at Cloud Recesses, so it is not strictly forbidden.
He takes such a modest amount of food for having not eaten anything for twenty four hours, but he had also not exerted his usual amount of energy. Lan Wangji is ready to help Wei Ying carry what is doubtless a bounty of all the things he'd like to eat before he passes out.
Which, speaking of. "My bed will fit two." He is thinking that they are both wounded and hungry. There is no room to be so formal and so appropriate in a situation like this.