Seeing her face growing displeased, Mu Jingnan softened his tone, "Your body is weak and needs nourishment. The soup is specially made to warm and strengthen your body, even if it's just a few sips."
"But I don't want to drink it."
Ever since the miscarriage, Situ Yunshu has had to drink soup every day. Even the food she loves most becomes cloying when eaten daily.
Let alone soup.
Even though a lot of the oil floating on the surface of the soup has been skimmed off, she can still taste its greasy flavor.
The smell alone makes her retch.
For the time being, she doesn't want to drink soup anymore.
Anyway, she can no longer bear children, so what's the point of nurturing this broken body?
She's a typical case of a broken pot smashing attitude; since it's already broken, it can't get any worse.
Seeing the two at a stalemate, the old lady quickly mediated, "Jingnan, why don't you have some soup with Grandma instead?"
