"..."
Ruan Jiaojiao had looked at herself in the mirror when she went to the bathroom at noon, she was still plump and white, how did she become so thin that she looked unrecognizable?
"But it doesn't matter, godmother has prepared chicken soup for you. You should drink more and nourish yourself back to health." As she spoke, she opened the thermos she had brought, and the fragrant aroma wafted into their noses.
It successfully whetted the appetite of Ruan Jiaojiao, who had only eaten a bowl of plain congee.
"I was worried it wouldn't be convenient for you, so I specifically brought you a straw. The temperature is just right now. Here, try it and see if it's good." Zhao Li poured out the chicken soup into a small bowl, placed a straw in it, and brought it to Ruan Jiaojiao's mouth. Surprisingly, this method allowed her not only to drink more but also prevented spillage.
