On the way back, Tang Wanwan was unfortunately carsick again. Just as she was feeling unwell, Hei Xiong handed her something unexpectedly. "Hold this in your mouth, it might help."
Seeing that Hei Xiong had handed her slices of ginger preserved in rock sugar, she looked at him suspiciously and said, "Did you do something wrong, or do you want me to cook for you? Why are you being so kind as to prepare this for me?"
Hei Xiong's face fell instantly, displaying a look of disdain. "Am I that bad? I saw you throw up like that on the way here, and I was worried it might happen again and make people nauseous."
"Really? Then where did this come from?"
"Do you want it? If not, I'll throw it away."
