Mu Siyin could tell that Shi Beiyu was unhappy. She endured the pain in her chest and said in a low voice, “No, it’s just that I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my stomach.”
Shi Beiyu looked at the bowl of fresh soup and sniffed it. He then looked at Shi Beiyu, who had an ugly expression on her face, and said, “Mom, yinyin does feel uncomfortable drinking fish soup now. She can stew some other things in the future.”
Shi Beiyu’s mother was even more furious when she heard this. “Then, she didn’t say that she would feel uncomfortable drinking the fish soup? The nutritionist said that it’s better to drink more fish soup! That’s why I made it!”
Shi beiyu said helplessly, “I don’t blame you. She didn’t say it because she didn’t want to waste your effort. Besides, it’s the kids who are causing trouble. She didn’t do it on purpose. I like to drink fish soup. I’ll drink this soup.”
