Zhou Ziqing looked at the cold bowl of water, and took another packet of medicine. "I'll make it again!"
Qin Muchuan couldn't bear to watch anymore, and volunteered to take over the task. "Let me do it. You just hold onto the child!"
"Okay!" Zhou Ziqing replied hurriedly.
When Qin Muchuan came out from the kitchen, he wasn't holding a bowl, but a steel spoon with dissolved medicine in it.
Qiu Shaojie quickly praised him. "Brother Qin, you're really experienced. It's best to put the medicine directly in the spoon, so the child can take it easily. Don't put it in a bowl with a bunch of water, how long would it take for the child to take the medicine then?"
"Hmm!" Qin Muchuan nodded and went to feed the child his medicine.
