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"Aunt Zhuang, I really can't eat anymore," Yun Ya touched her round belly and said helplessly once again.
Zhuang Xiyue brought the spoon to her lips and softly said, "Just one last bite, open your mouth, Auntie will feed you."
With a sigh, Yun Ya resigned herself to opening her mouth and swallowed the spoonful with an effort to suppress the urge to retch.
A whole bucket of chicken soup had gone into her stomach; she wouldn't need to eat lunch or dinner.
Only then did Zhuang Xiyue smile and say, "Good girl. Auntie will bring you more chicken soup at noon. You've gotten so thin, and to think at your young age you have anemia; you really need to nourish yourself properly."
Noon again? Yun Ya couldn't help but sigh.
Aunt Zhuang's enthusiasm was overwhelming, and she found it a bit too much to handle.
