"Delicious, truly delicious."
Qin Guanglin cradled his bowl, savoring a sip of soup, blew on it, took another sip and couldn't stop praising, "This soup, simmered on low heat, is just so flavorful."
"Just quietly drink it."
Qin's Mom wasn't too happy, having carefully prepared a small pot to nourish He Fang's body, and now it was all going into this guy's stomach.
He'd always been robust, never leaving a morsel behind, and all the nourishment seemed wasted, squandering a good pot of soup.
"What did the doctor say?"
"He just went on and on… like that." Qin Guanglin couldn't be bothered to repeat, "Exercise more, eat a balanced diet, and that's all good. Everything else is fine; the baby is very healthy."
