Mu Yunshen's voice immediately turned stern, "No, that's too little. You need to eat half a bowl more."
"I can't eat anymore."
"Sitian, your body is still recovering, the doctor said your hypoglycemia is very serious," he coaxed her, "Be good, go eat another half bowl of rice, or let Mother Zhang answer the phone."
Sitian stopped rubbing the sugar bean, slowly sitting up from the sofa, "Even if Mother Zhang answered the phone, she can't force me to eat. Mu Yunshen, if you really want me to eat another half bowl, the best way is for you to come back and eat with me."
There was silence on the other end, the man's breathing deepened, "Sitian."
She smiled faintly, "I know you can't come back, so you do your thing, I'll do mine. It makes no sense to call me for this."
