It probably is quite healthy. There are at least ten different vegetables pulverized into varying textures in that loaf, so many that Wei Wuxian cannot imagine the taste, but Lan Wangji seems pleased.

And a little sad, somehow, at the same time.

Leaning forward over the table, Wei Wuxian extends both hands, hoping for Lan Wangji's own. "Lan Zhan, what is it? It's true I worked hard, but only because I felt like it. I've forgotten something important, haven't I?"