Zhou Yinuo was holding a steaming ceramic bowl in her hand, and she walked in lightly as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"You finally woke up." She put down the bowl, with a hint of helplessness in her tone. "You drank happily yesterday, and today it's my turn to clean up the mess."
She pushed the bowl in front of Liora. The soup was steaming hot, the color was light, and the faint ginger fragrance and the sweetness of wild berries drifted in the air.
"Sobering soup. Hot. Drink it before it gets cold." Zhou Yinuo's voice was gentle, but with an irresistible firmness.
Liora frowned and sniffed. "What the hell is this smell..."
"It's fine as long as it can bring you back to life. I'm not picky." Zhou Yinuo rolled her eyes. "Otherwise, you'll have a headache and won't be able to get out of bed at night."
Little Eli immediately added, "Drink it quickly! Sister Yinuo started cooking this morning!"
