Yang Li lowered his head and looked at the red-and-green soup.
There wasn't a single piece of chicken in sight, but there were plenty of colorful mushrooms.
Those bright colors, they all had to be poisonous mushrooms, right?
If he drank this bowl of soup, would he still be alive?
"Drink, why aren't you drinking." Lu Huashan shoved the spoon into Yang Li's hand.
Then she set the soup down in front of him.
With that posture, drink it or not, he had to drink it!
Yang Li swallowed, "Little sister, I just ate, I'm not hungry…"
Lu Huashan's eyes went wide at first, then her little face drooped; drama queen mode activated in a second.
"I made this with my own hands, simmered it for three Shichen…"
Yang Li, "...I'll drink it!"
After he finished, his stomach twisted in pain, foam came out of his mouth, and he convulsed nonstop.
Yang Li's face was as pale as paper. Damn, she really went all out!
"Bro, are you okay?" Lu Huashan asked, putting on an act.
