Dragging Aunt Guo Back to Work
"What are you thinking? Why do you look unhappy?" Jiang Yexun asked with concern.
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head. "It's nothing, just feeling a bit drained from the cold."
"It's considered warm now. By the end of December, beginning of January, it could drop to minus ten degrees Celsius. We should be drawing lots for the visit home soon. Shanghai is warmer; we can come back after the snow melts," Jiang Yexun said, pouring a cup of ginger tea with brown sugar from the hot water bottle in the corner into a enamel cup and handing it to her.
In this winter, going out could easily lead to catching a cold, and getting sick on the way to the hospital would be even worse. So, now that they didn't live at the Jiang family's place, they always had this kind of cold-preventing tea ready.
Although Su Xiaoxiao didn't like the taste, she obediently held the cup and drank half of it before handing the enamel cup back to Jiang Yexun. "Yexun, I can't finish it."