Upon hearing the words "beef soup with rice," Mu Haitian instantly furrowed his brows.
"What, don't you like it?" Yu Wenwen's expression also displayed some awkwardness.
Yu Wenwen remembered that when she was young and fell ill, the people at home would always bring her beef soup with rice.
She was unsure if it was due to the power of the soup and rice, but as long as she ate it and then broke out into a sweat, her cold and fever would quickly abate.
Perhaps she had only considered her own childhood experiences and hadn't taken into account whether Mu Haitian liked this food or not.
"How about I go buy something else now? Just tell me what you like." Yu Wenwen decided to indulge him since he is sick.
"This soup and rice is fine." Mu Haitian pointed at the soup and rice in his hand and spoke.
Yu Wenwen said, "But I saw you frown, it seems like you don't like it."
