Lan Zhi craned her neck to swallow, her eyes fixed on the white flour bun in her bowl. She quickly placed the bun back into Gu Fei's bowl. "I'll just eat this."
Gu Fei shook her head. "Even I can't get that down, so how could you? Don't force yourself."
Lan Zhi waved her hands emphatically. "No, I have to eat it. I should eat whatever your mother and the others are eating. I... I'll get used to it soon."
Watching Lan Zhi struggle to swallow, Gu Erlang felt inexplicably upset. He stood up, got a bowl, filled it with vegetable soup, and placed it in front of her. "If you can't get it down, soak it in the soup. It's easier to swallow once it's soft."
Lan Zhi gave him a grateful smile and tore the bun into pieces, dropping them into the soup.
Gu Fei sighed. "Mother, from now on, either we all eat white flour, or we all eat coarse grains. I can't enjoy eating well by myself."
