Bai Di, who was washing the dishes, paused.
His expression turned very strange. "Was that medicine? I thought it was chicken soup, so…"
"Huh?"
"I drank that bowl of soup."
Huanhuan: "…"
Bai Di: "…"
Sang Ye: "…"
After a moment of silence, Huanhuan asked, "When you were drinking the soup, didn't you think it tasted a little strange?"
Bai Di said steadily, "It was indeed a little strange, so I even asked the children later. They all said that the chicken soup you made tasted strange, so I didn't think too much about it. I thought that's what it was supposed to taste like."
Huanhuan was very unhappy. "Big Goody and the rest actually said that the chicken soup I made tastes strange? They clearly praised it just now!"
Sang Ye thought for a moment and reminded her, "Your focus is off."
Huanhuan coughed lightly and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable after drinking the soup?"
"I don't feel uncomfortable. I just feel a little hot. I should be fine after a cold shower."
