"Mmm, delicious!" Xu Xiuxiu responded with a firm answer, and Song Yuanhuan seemed to sigh with relief.
After finally downing a bowl of hot fish soup, Xu Xiuxiu perked up a bit, but Song Yuanhuan, worried she hadn't had enough, turned to pour another bowl of fish soup. "No more, I won't drink it," she said. She had to start her confinement today, and though the duration of confinement in rural areas wasn't fixed, it was at least thirty to forty days. During this time, she would have more soups and broths than she could count, and she really didn't want to begin her first day dreading the thought of it.
