Madam Wei smiled kindly. "Spring is good, spring is good, it's warm…"
Madam Wei closed her eyes. The warm sunlight made her sleepy.
When they arrived at the garden, Madam Wei was clearly in low spirits. A servant brought over a bowl of soup. Ye Niuniu fed it to Madam Wei. Madam Wei opened her mouth and took a few sips. "Why does this chicken soup taste so bland? If I didn't see the drumstick inside, I would have thought it was plain water."
Looking at Tang An and Ye Niuniu's concerned eyes, Madam Wei could only take a few more sips. She waved her hand. "I don't want to drink anymore."
Tang An and Ye Niuniu looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
In Madam Wei's mouth, this chicken soup was tasteless, but it smelled very fragrant to them.
Madam Wei could not taste anything and could not eat. Her body was already at its limit. She silently asked the servants to take the food away.
