Aunt Fu had made Weilan too many tonics, and after drinking three different bowls of soup, Weilan felt a bit invigorated.
But then, she needed to pee.
She stood up, ready to go upstairs.
"There's one more soup," Aunt Fu said, approaching with a bowl of nourishing black chicken and astragalus soup. "Miss, drink this bowl of black chicken soup, and after these liquids are digested, we'll have dinner. You've just had a blood transfusion and need to hydrate; you must drink more water. Don't worry about going to the restroom. We're at home, where there's always one nearby, so no need to hold it in."
Weilan: "....."
She looked at the bowl in Aunt Fu's hand, and at the oily soup, already feeling defeated.
Who wouldn't feel stuffed after downing three bowls of tonic soups?
"I can't drink any more," Weilan shook her head.
"It's better than taking medicine," Aunt Fu pleaded with hopeful eyes. "Please, just drink a little, Miss."