Hearing the door close, Auntie Su turned to look at Song Qingchun. She smiled embarrassingly at her before turning back to gently and patiently persuade him. "Ah Nian, no matter what, you have to eat some so that you'll get better."
Su Zhinian ignored his mother completely.
"Ah Nian, if you don't want to have porridge, then okay. Tell me what you want to eat; I'll go buy it for you now…"
Song Qingchun noticed Su Zhinian still not responding, and she couldn't help but whisper to Auntie Su, "What's wrong?"
"Don't know what's wrong with him. When he just woke up, he said he wanted to eat something, so I went to heat some porridge for him, but now he doesn't want it anymore," Auntie Su said.
Song Qingchun frowned as she turned to look at Su Zhinian. She asked with an undercurrent of complaint, "Why won't you have a few bites?"
