Bai Lian cradled the bowl of soup and asked, "When your sister was ill, did you take care of her in the same way?"
Upon the mention of Jiang Anan, a smile naturally appeared on Jiang Wang's face.
"She was a very well-behaved child, and she didn't throw tantrums even when she was sick. And as long as I bought her some tasty treats, she would be very happy. I would buy her things like Cai Ji's mutton, Du Dewang's soup pot, Gui Xiang Zhai's pastries..."
Jiang Wang listed the foods Jiang Anan favored one by one, causing Bai Lian's mood to sour more and more as she listened.
The soup in her hands... it had never been appealing to begin with.
Your sister gets sick, and you bustle around buying all sorts of delicacies. For the sake of preserving your life, I went through life-and-death struggles, and this is the sort of thing you serve me?
An inner roar, a forced smile on her face.
"Alright, thank you."
Bai Lian interrupted Jiang Wang.
