Since getting caught in the rain that day, Xia Nuo had been feeling unwell, resting at home and lying in bed.
Faced with the meals and porridge carefully prepared by mom, Xia Nuo didn't have any appetite for food.
"Mom, I feel really awful."
Xia Nuo shook her head, "I'm really not hungry, I don't want to eat anything."
"Eat a little at least, have some food before you take your medicine, otherwise, your stomach won't be able to handle it."
Under the covers in bed, Xia Nuo covered her face with the blanket, "But... I just don't want to eat."
"Nuo Nuo, you have to be obedient, force yourself to eat something, otherwise you'll break down."
Seeing this, Xia Anyang was also extremely anxious, but he couldn't lose his temper in front of his daughter, so he had to ask in a soft and gentle voice:
"Nuo Nuo, if you won't eat when mom feeds you, do you want dad to feed you?"
"No... it's not about who feeds me."