Hazel made a bowl of chicken soup and took it to the hospital with Zac to visit Mary.
The servant took the chicken soup and was about to feed it to Mary. Mary waved her hand and said, "no, thanks. I can't afford it.
I have only half of my life left. I can't stand it anymore. "
"Mommy, if you don't want to drink it, I'll drink it." Zac frowned, opened the heat preservation box, poured half a bowl of chicken soup, and sat in front of the sofa to drink it. "This is the chicken soup made by my wife herself. She is pregnant. I advise her not to be busy and let Jane cook it, but she insisted cooking it herself. She said it is her filial piety, and the chef at home can't cook it so delicious."
He said slowly. He said these words on purpose to let Mary hear, but Mary didn't appreciate it at all. She felt uncomfortable when she saw Hazel.
