Evening.
Wang Xiu'e and Sister Zhou came over, each holding a pot of chicken soup.
"Wanyi, come have some soup."
Wang Xiu'e placed the thermos on the table, "This is an old hen I've been stewing for three hours, it's the best for nourishment."
Lin Wan Yi took the bowl, "Thank you, Aunt Wang."
She took a sip.
"It smells wonderful!"
Wang Xiu'e laughed, giving Lin Wan Yi a look over, then suddenly froze.
"Wanyi…" her voice filled with undeniable surprise. "You... your complexion…"
Sister Zhou noticed as well.
"Indeed!" She came closer, scrutinizing Lin Wan Yi's face. "You've just given birth five days ago… how come your complexion is so good? So rosy, not at all like someone who just gave birth."
Lin Wan Yi was momentarily stunned. She touched her face.
"Really?"
"Of course!" Wang Xiu'e excitedly slapped her thigh. "When I gave birth, I couldn't even get out of bed for a month! But look at you, walking around after just five days!"
