"You must have pushed yourself too hard while cultivating! You child, you just don't know how to take care of yourself!" Mrs. Zhou scolded, her voice laced with concern. "Cultivating is important, but your body is your greatest asset!"
"Yes, yes, you're right, Mother," Jiang Che replied obediently.
Jiang Dawu, who was standing nearby, chimed in.
"Che'er, I think you're just exhausted. Once we get settled, Dad will go to the market, buy an old hen, and make you some chicken soup to get your strength back!"
A warmth spread through Jiang Che's heart. He smiled and waved his hand. "Dad, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'm just..."
"Yes, you do! It's absolutely necessary!" Jiang Dawu's eyes widened as he cut him off. "Don't look down on your dad just because he's a carpenter. This chicken soup recipe is a family heirloom! Back when your mother was pregnant with you, she loved my soup more than anything! Right, old woman?"
