The next day, Wen Yan was still lying dead in Lord Zhu's new home. Today, his symptoms had almost disappeared, but Lord Zhu still brought him a small pot filled with sweet soup.
Holding a small bowl, Wen Yan sipped the sweet soup along the edge. He had begun to find this thing quite delicious; that warm feeling in his stomach greatly alleviated the discomfort.
He asked Lord Zhu again today, twice Lord Zhu said, this is just ordinary sweet soup, something every common household has, it doesn't need the finest white flour, nor does the sugar need to be refined sugar.
The simplest, most ordinary things are the best. It has been this way for hundreds of years. If a child at home was unwell, they would cook a bit of this, and it remains that way even today.
Easy to digest, hot food, with sugar.
