"Last night, he was sick again and threw up on our couch cushion. I took it to the cleaners first thing this morning," said Mrs. Li. "He woke up with a splitting headache and skipped breakfast."
"I was worried he'd feel awful and couldn't eat, so I made him some clear soup noodles using bone broth, with just bok choy and egg. I didn't even dare to add a bit of minced meat. He still couldn't eat it." Mrs. Li snorted.
"Last night, he shamelessly claimed he wanted to witness Ding Li's drinking game." After seeing Zhao Dingli's prowess with alcohol, Mrs. Li felt more at ease, so she spoke openly without hiding anything from Zhao Dingli.
"When he woke up this morning, I showed your dad how drunk the two of them were last night—who exactly was testing whom, huh?" said Mrs. Li.
Mr. Li: "..."
Honestly, it was extremely embarrassing.
"Dad, are you feeling better now?" Li Xiaoyun asked again.
