Facing those bland, flavorless foods, Lingling protested loudly, but unfortunately, her protest had no effect. The damn store owner only cared about money, not people. She should have brought money when she went out.
"Uncle, I'm thirsty, I want to eat ice cream!"
Yeh Huang pushed the brown sugar water in front of her, "Drink this, it's good for your body!"
"I hate ginger shreds!" Lingling pouted.
"Then drink black chicken soup! You're in your physiological period, so eating something warm to nourish your blood will be good for your body. Come on, drink it!"
No matter how much Lingling fussed, Yeh Huang didn't get angry. Instead, he patiently and stubbornly held up the ginger soup. In the end, with no other choice, Lingling had to obediently finish the ginger soup.
After drinking, she quietly watched Yeh Huang.
