Despite saying that, He Huiqin still indulgently ladled half a bowl of soup, pouted, and gently blew on it until the steam dissipated, then carefully handed it to her son.
"Drink slowly, if you burn your tongue you'll be crying."
"Mom, Xiumei, you guys come over and have some too."
Zhou Yongnian then turned to look at Zhou Li and Zhou Xiumei.
Zhou Li shook her head and smiled, saying,
"I'm not used to the smell of these herbs, you drink more yourself. After staying up late, you need to replenish your energy, or you'll be left with ailments as you age."
Zhou Xiumei's clear voice came from the bedroom:
"No thanks, Dad, I'm already full. I have to rush for the bus to class later."
Zhou Yongnian sighed softly, his hand with the soup spoon paused at the edge of the bowl.
Ever since getting a promotion and a raise, he had become the focus of the whole family's attention.
Even his wife, who used to criticize him for "not being home," had become gentle and understanding.
