"Not yet."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Once you finish this bowl of brown sugar water, I'll take him to a restaurant in town for a good meal. Auntie, don't worry, I definitely won't mistreat Moron."
"Don't let him eat anything too spicy, he'll get diarrhea easily," Qin Xianglian instructed several times before slowly drinking the brown sugar water.
A look outside revealed that it was already dark. Qin Xianglian checked the time, which showed it was after seven o'clock, so she urged, "It's already late, hurry and take Xiao Lang to eat, be careful on the road."
At this moment, Moron walked in, came to the bedside, and asked, "Mom, are you feeling better?"
"Xiao Lang, Mom is feeling better," Qin Xianglian patted her son's head, her motherly love pouring out.
"Mom, you must get better soon, I want to eat the food you cook," Moron pouted and began to cry loudly.
