When Grace came up with the medicine box, she was also carrying a tray with some side dishes and a small bowl of new fish soup.
Little Pudding had to watch Sophia Mitchell eat before reaching out to treat Grace's burn on her arm.
The soup wasn't too hot, and little pudding's hand was slightly red, which didn't bother him.
Sophia Mitchell scolded Grace, "Andrew is still young, how can you let him take this? Grace, you really..."
Grace is an elder and a relative to herself, so it's hard to say too much.
"Then I don't care," Grace said with a serious face, "Mrs. Clark, if you don't eat in the future, I'll let Andrew do it again. You have to be distressed to eat well, then let the child suffer with you."
"Grace, you..."
Sophia Mitchell was speechless, "Andrew, don't do this kind of thing in the future, you know?"
Little Pudding shook his head, "No, Mommy is eating."