Ye Ranran looked at the food on the table, all sorts of meats and soups, everything was there, it was genuinely a feast fit for an emperor.
"Grandpa, I'm eating breakfast now; I don't need such greasy food," Ye Ranran said.
"I know, you start with this," Grandpa Jun pointed at the congee in front of her.
It was the same congee she had eaten the day before, a kind that was effective in alleviating morning sickness—Mo Han must have already told Grandpa Jun about it.
"It's almost ten o'clock now, why don't you have breakfast and lunch together." Skipping breakfast is bad for the health, yet Mo Han spoiled her, letting her sleep this late.
Out of respect for Grandpa Jun's intentions, Ye Ranran could not refuse and after finishing the congee, she drank half a bowl of chicken soup but ended up vomiting most of it back up.
"Maybe you should drink some more," Grandpa Jun suggested.
Ye Ranran waved her hand, "No, I can't drink anymore."