Jiang Yuan still didn't realize that someone was thinking about her as she was happily eating, when she suddenly sneezed.
Xu Jiayan stopped and looked at her, asking, "Did you catch a cold?"
Jiang Yuan rubbed the tip of her nose and said, "It's nothing, maybe the temperature difference inside and outside the house is too big, hot and cold. I'm not quite used to it."
"Remember to drink some ginger soup to dispel the cold when we get back," Xu Jiayan said gently.
"Ah? Is that really necessary? I think drinking more hot water works just as well," Jiang Yuan said, her face falling at the mention of ginger soup, which she hated the taste of.
Xu Jiayan coaxed softly, "I'll make it for you."
"Alright!" Jiang Yuan replied listlessly.
Considering that Brother Yan was personally cooking, she was willing to reluctantly drink a bowl.
