Mo'er took a sip of the ginger soup and said, "Daddy, the ginger soup tastes awful."
Mo'er pushed away the ginger soup with a sad expression.
Xie Yi coaxed Mo'er softly and whispered, "Mo'er, you won't get sick after drinking the ginger soup."
Mo'er hesitated for a moment. He was a good boy, and his mommy said that he wouldn't get sick after drinking the ginger soup.
He would rather drink this relatively delicious ginger soup than take bitter pills.
On the other side of the room …
"Dad, you should have a drink, too."
Xie Xuning took Ye Tianxin's cup and had a sip. The taste of the ginger soup wasn't as good as the sugar water.
The purpose of drinking ginger soup was to dispel the cold.
Xie Xuning finished the cup of ginger soup.
"Dad, are there a lot of worshipers stranded on the mountain?"
