Lin Wanzhou was filled with questions, but seeing the glass pushed towards her, she could only suppress her chaotic thoughts and lower her head to drink the medicine.
The water had just boiled, and it only took a few sips to cool after blowing on it.
She held the glass gently and blew on it, took a sip, and to her surprise, it was bitter. Her small face instantly scrunched up, and she looked up at Xu Qingyan, discontented.
"It's so bitter."
"Is it bitter?" Xu Qingyan was cooking udon noodles.
In the kitchen, the yellow, luminescent light spilled from the ceiling like silk threads, densely covering both of them, making everything inside and out clean and warm.
Lin Wanzhou turned to get another clean glass, divided some cold remedy into it, and then handed it to him.
"You take a sip."
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan stopped chopping green onions and set down the knife. After a slight hesitation, he wiped his hands on a cloth and took the glass to take a sip.
