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It was with great difficulty that Su Liuying finished the food in her bowl, and then she took up the cup of medicinal soup. It looked dark and unappealing, and it had a strange odor that made it especially hard to swallow. Having never consumed Chinese medicine before, the sight of the medicinal soup instilled a sense of dread in her.
"Liuying, what are you thinking about while staring at that cup of soup? Is there something wrong with it? Let me have a taste and see!"
Quan Tianyou noticed Su Liuying holding the cup of soup, alternately frowning and pouting her lips, and assumed the soup was unpleasant to drink, which was causing her distress. He reached out to take the soup from her, but she quickly lifted it and said, "The soup is fine, I'm going to drink it now!"
