"No need, no need. This was made specially for you by your daughter; it's her filial piety for you. How can I drink this soup?" This was something that Han Ruochen cooked for Han Yichen because she wanted to nourish his body; the wardmate was not stupid enough to do such a foolish thing. Anyway, anyone could see that Han Yichen needed more nourishment than him. So he smiled and declined the offer; he was too embarrassed to drink the soup that was meant for Han Yichen.
What was more, the two of them had been staying in the same ward for a while. He had often heard Meng Yunhan cry poor in front of Han Yichen. He even knew that their family owed a foreign debt of twenty-one thousand yuan. No matter how one looked at it, the situation at Han Yichen's family was not good. It must have been difficult for this young woman to arrange so many nourishing meals for her father every day; how could he take his share from it?
