"Since it's tasty, drink some more," Amelia said as she scooped another spoonful to his mouth.
Albert Foster didn't have the heart to refuse, so he opened his mouth and accepted it.
The taste was secondary; it was his daughter's filial piety that brought him comfort.
So he insincerely complimented her, "Not bad, Daddy is very fond of it."
"Really?" Amelia was even more delighted after hearing this. "Since Daddy likes it, I'll bring you a pot every day."
Albert Foster, "..."
Was there still time for him to take back what he just said?
Daniel Cooper couldn't bear to watch any longer, holding back a laugh to rescue his future father-in-law, "Amy, Teacher just woke up, and his digestive system hasn't fully recovered yet. It's not suitable for him to eat too much at once. I heard the nurse say that Teacher just finished dinner, so why don't we save this soup for his late-night snack?"
