Mu Yunshen's voice turned serious, "No, that's too little. Go eat another half bowl now."
"I can't eat anymore."
"Sitian, your body is still recovering. The doctor said your hypoglycemia is quite severe," 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, and slowly sat up from the sofa. "Even if Mother Zhang takes the call, she can't make me 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 now."
There was sudden silence on the other end, and the man's breathing became somewhat heavy, "Sitian."
She smiled faintly, "I know you can't come back, so you do your thing, I'll do mine. There's really no point in you calling me."
