She had once asked Hui Sister when she was in a good mood, wondering why she went through so much trouble—there were plenty of hangover remedies at the drugstore that were both affordable and worked quickly.
But Hui Sister gave her a look and said, who knew what kind of unknown substances were in those hangover remedies and whether they had side effects? Could they compare to a homemade one?
At the time, she almost rolled her eyes; it was just waking up from a hangover—was there a need to be so meticulous about it?
This man was truly precious; even taking hangover soup was such a hassle, with great trouble and effort, making her tired from having to watch the fire and waste time.
Finally, the soup was ready.
Jiayi turned off the stove, put on heat-resistant gloves, poured a bowl of hangover soup, and then carried it upstairs.
"Mr. Huo, your hangover soup is here," she said without knocking, calling out gently through the door.
There was no response from inside the bedroom.
