Lu Jiang's father's expression cleared slightly after hearing Wen Ruyu's words.
Xibao took a sip of soup, her cheeks creasing into a frown, "Bitter!"
"That's bitter herbs. Your grandmother Wenyue didn't squeeze out the bitter juice properly, how could it not be bitter?" Wen Ruyu patted her pocket, and it took her a while to remember that she had fallen to this rustic place and had long lost the habit of carrying a couple of sugar cubes with her, "Xibao, how's your brother? Are the triplets identical? Are they cute?"
They already knew from Guanchengkou, but they still wanted to hear it from Xibao.
Xibao uttered an 'ah' sound and shook her head, "Dundun is fine, Xiongxiong is the troublemaker, and Zhuangzhuang is small. Zhuangzhuang is sick, and mom is sick too."
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly asked what happened.
