In the hospital room
Zoe Bell ate two pastries, somewhat preoccupied, until Lucas Bell came over, interrupting her thoughts.
"Sis, I specially made soup for you."
"Thank you."
Zoe Bell was still a bit distracted until she took a sip of the soup and almost spat it out due to its awful taste, "What is this?"
Poison?
"Pig's trotters stewed with lotus root, to nourish the body with similar shapes."
"Try it yourself, is this something fit for people to drink?"
"I've tried it, I think it's okay." Lucas Bell's gaze shifted to William Hale, "Brother-in-law, would you like to try it?"
William Hale's expression remained unchanged, "This kind of nutritious stuff, better to leave it for Zoe to eat."
As he spoke, he still glanced at Zoe Bell, "It's not easy to make soup, appreciate your brother's effort and eat more, don't waste it."
"..."
But this concoction was indeed terrible to drink.
Way too greasy.
