Su Nanzhi had previously listed quite a long list of foods for Aunt Dong to avoid preparing — if it wasn't on the list, it was edible.
"Zhizhi, I saw canned Coke in the fridge today, do you usually drink it?"
Su Nanzhi: "?"
She quickly thought for a moment, then replied, "It must have been left by the furniture movers a few days ago."
"Then let's have Aunt Dong take it back later, we don't drink it."
Su Nanzhi: "…okay, we won't drink it."
Her inner self cried out loud.
Half an hour after lunch, under the watchful eyes of her dear brother, Su Nanzhi took her medication.
She usually took medication, but sometimes she would miss a dose or two.
It didn't matter much, she wasn't particularly concerned.
What mattered now was that her life was still intact; everything else was negotiable.
Just thinking about someone supervising her medication intake made Su Nanzhi's expression visibily — darken.
The medicine was to be taken with warm water, but it still tasted quite unpleasant.
