Granny Zhu couldn't help but laugh.
Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang walked up the stairs side by side. As they climbed, Zhu Xiangxiang supported Lin Qing and asked, "Mom, did Ms. Ming Jing find any problems when she took your pulse at noon?"
Lin Qing glanced at her: "Why?"
Zhu Xiangxiang's heart skipped a beat, and she looked worried: "I'm just concerned about your health."
Lin Qing looked away and said lightly, "Ming Jing said that it's just spleen and stomach weakness caused by fatigue. She prescribed me some medicine, and I'll be fine if I take it on time."
Zhu Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
After sending Lin Qing to her room, Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 9:15pm, and she went downstairs to the kitchen. Madam Zhou was pouring the simmered bird's nest soup with white fungus into a porcelain bowl. "Miss Xiangxiang," she said with a smile, "are you hungry again?"
Zhu Xiangxiang nodded, "Madam Zhou, do you have anything to eat?"
