After an outbreak of cold poison, Xia Hen's body was extremely weakened, and the weight he had painstakingly gained also became somewhat frail.
Ran Qing was terribly distressed. After her son woke up, she tried different ways every day to cook delicious food for him.
However, her cooking skills left much to be desired.
"Cough, cough, mom, is this, is this an egg? Why does it look like this?"
Nibbling on his chopsticks, Xia Yuan looked at the plate of scrambled eggs on the table with some horror, if it could still be called scrambled eggs.
Ran Qing picked a chopstick-full of eggs for Xia Hen and put them into his bowl, scolding with a stern face: "What's wrong, this is scrambled eggs! Eat them all!"
Xia Yuan curled his lips, looking at the blackened heap in his bowl, feeling like crying without tears. The overcooked eggs weren't fragrant at all but had a burnt hair smell, really disgusting!
Xia Geng also shrank his neck, holding his bowl to minimize his presence.
