Shi Qian was speechless.
"Sinian, don't give her your food. You don't even have enough to eat!" Shi Qiuran said quickly.
"It's okay, Mom. Let's eat this bowl first. If I don't have enough later, I'll refill it."
"That works too." Shi Qiuran nodded, then turned to stare at Shi Qian. "You have to eat two bowls of rice today. You have to finish it!"
"Mom ~" Shi Qian wheedled helplessly.
"There's no room for discussion!" How could Shi Qiuran not realize how much weight her daughter had lost?
She wondered how much Qian Qian had suffered since she was sick.
Fu Sinian picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of braised pork soup to pour on Shi Qian's rice.
"Your favorite soup.."
Shi Qian was speechless.
Seeing the seriousness in her mother's eyes, she lowered her head and ate.
