Yixuan scooped out the chicken soup from the tureen and placed it in a small bowl. On the bed, Wu Wang nestled in his mother's arms, sniffed his little nose, looking just like a little glutton.
Dong Huiying chuckled at him and patted his head, "Do you want some?"
Little Bun bit his lips and said, "No, no, no!" But the child's eyes were too honest, almost glued to the chicken soup.
Dong Huiying laughed gently. "Do you really not want to drink? Lying is not something a good child does."
Wu Wang looked at her with longing, "Mother, drink, drink! Healthy and strong, Wu Wang won't drink!" This child had a limited vocabulary, still at the babbling stage. But his meaning was clear.
Chicken soup is for mother to drink, so mother can get well soon.
Dong Huiying smiled and hugged him closer, nuzzling his little face. She had been in a daze these days, sleeping continuously, causing the adults to worry, and the children to follow suit.
She sighed.
