"Darling, do you want something to eat?" Mu Xingye asked hurriedly.
"Hmm." Xia Pengpeng had a lot to say, but she was too weak. Better to wait until she's full before thinking about other things.
"Here, here! Young Madam, have some soup first. It's your favorite old duck soup!" Aunt Qing quickly brought over a bowl.
Mu Xingye took the bowl and blew on it at the rim.
Xia Pengpeng saw the oil in the bowl and frowned tightly.
Why does it feel so greasy? It even makes me feel a bit nauseous.
"Come, have a sip."
Xia Pengpeng opened her mouth and took a sip, immediately feeling uncomfortable, like a tide rising in her stomach, "Ugh~"
She leaned to the side, trying hard to suppress the urge to vomit.
Mu Xingye quickly set the bowl aside and embraced her.
"Don't hold me right now, I feel like vomiting. I might throw up on you," Xia Pengpeng weakly pushed Mu Xingye away.
Mu Xingye picked up a trash can nearby, "If you feel like vomiting, just vomit. You'll feel better afterward."
