Tian Sangsang carried out a large bowl of freshly brewed medicine, the dark, inky liquid exuding a strong herbal aroma—potent stuff!
The medicine had been left in the kitchen for a while, so it wasn't scalding hot anymore, but it was still steaming.
Meng Shuyan watched as his dad calmly took the porcelain bowl, adorned with blue flowers, from his mom's hands. Over at the table, he gave it a gentle stir with a wooden spoon, the murky black liquid swirling and making little stars dance in Shuyan's eyes.
His gaze flickered for a moment, and suddenly, he blinked his bright round eyes. "Dad, I need to go to the bathroom."
"You can go after you drink this." His dad didn't pick up on his little expression, speaking in his usual deep voice while lifting the bowl of medicine.
"Alright, open your mouth." Jiang Jinghuai, experienced now after one prior feeding attempt, skillfully scooped up a big spoonful of the medicine. Practice makes perfect!
"Wait a second." It was his mom's voice.
