"Would you like to drink this Meng Po soup?"
It's strange how Mrs. Meng can ask questions. Song Qingyu didn't understand, and he didn't dare to answer casually, so he hesitated.
"Hesitating, do you mean you don't want to?" There was a hint of joking in Po Meng's voice.
"What if you don't want to? What should I do?"
"Giggle..." Po Meng's sudden laughter made Song Qingyu confused. Then, Po Meng took the wooden stick in his hand and put it into Po Meng's soup. He lit up a candle next to him and ignited the contents in the bowl. Song Qingyu was slightly surprised when she saw Po Meng hand the bowl to her.
As if under some instigation, Song Qingyu picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Intention: How to relieve worries, more than just Du Kang.