Seeing his mother treating Shi Nuan so well and the two of them getting along nicely, Song Yansheng felt undoubtedly comforted.
Soon, the pigeon soup was brought up. Yu Yao said, "Nuannuan, A Yu, each of you have a bowl, hurry and drink it to nourish yourselves!"
Shi Nuan frowned slightly. She was currently in the mourning period and abstaining from meat, but she couldn't tell Yu Yao this, fearing to upset and make the old lady superstitious.
But what should she do with this soup?
While hesitating, Song Yansheng suddenly picked up a bowl of pigeon soup and said, "Mom, let me have all the soup. Nuannuan had some pastries while waiting for me near the TK bakery before, her appetite was already small, and if she drinks this soup, I'm afraid she won't be able to eat anything for dinner!"
