Jiang An had only planned to have a little taste of the food and save her stomach for dinner with Zou Bai at five o'clock. However, Jiang Zhen's cooking made her forget about this matter and focus on eating.
It was not until she was full that she remembered that she had to save stomach space. Jiang An patted her head gently and frowned. "Look at my memory."
Seeing this, Jiang Zhen thought that Jiang An was feeling unwell. He hurriedly stood up and walked over. "An'an, does your head not feel well?"
Jiang An laughed dryly. "No, no. My stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I think I ate too much. Do you have any digestive pills at home?"
Jiang Zhen had just moved in and had yet to prepare the usual medicine. "I don't have any medicine, but I have green tea. I'll make you a cup. It's also good for digestion."
