"Qingqing, drink this soup. I brewed it using a big fish and short-winged bird. It's really tasty." Parker scooped a spoonful of soup using a wooden spoon, blew upon it, then brought it to Bai Qingqing's mouth.
Bai Qingqing had made this spoon herself, which now made eating very convenient. She had spent an entire day carving it into its exquisite form.
Bai Qingqing drank from the spoon. As the warm soup glided down her throat and into her stomach, she felt much more comfortable.
Parker had wanted to continue feeding her, but Curtis seized the bowl from him and said, "Let me do it. You go fetch water for Snow to cleanse her body."
Parker, who was about to act up, suddenly felt invigorated when he heard the last sentence. He dashed out right away.
