"Then drink more. If you recover faster, it will make me feel more at ease."
Lu Yi placed the bowl in front of Yan Huan once again, and started to feed her spoonful by spoonful. Yan Huan had gotten used to drinking four bowls of soup every day.
"Mom didn't look happy," Yan Huan commented to Lu Yi. Indeed, Ye Shuyun's face was thunderous.
"Do you think that she will take it out on your father when she gets home?" Although Ye Shuyun might not be able to beat Lu Jin in strength, but she would ultimately win by sheer obstinacy. It was the same case for Yan Huan and Lu Yi. Physically she was not Lu Yi's opponent, but he would still succumb to her in spirit. Figuratively speaking, she could even ride him like a horse and give him a whipping.
Of course, this was all in the most innocent context possible and not to be thought of in an inappropriate way.