Although Senior Madame Mo was intentionally putting on a show for her grandson just now, at least one of her statements was very accurate — you are what you eat.
Therefore, after drinking the soup, Mo Shiche felt as though he was engulfed in a raging fire, his entire body unbearably hot and restless, ...
He actually ate very little during dinner; a bowl of soup was enough to drench him in sweat, making even his shirt feel hot.
After dinner, Mo Shiche wanted to hurry Luo Qiangwei upstairs, but Luo Qiangwei was taking her time eating dessert, savoring each bite in three small ones as usual.
Mo Shiche just sat opposite her, watching her eat. After what seemed like an eternity, when Luo Qiangwei finally put down her fork and he was about to stand up to pull her away, he saw her assisting Senior Madame Mo to the sofa… to start watching TV with her.
Mo Shiche, "..."
