Xia Ling thanked her sweetly and received the bowl.
Smelling the aroma, Xia Ling figured that chicken must have been of good quality. Xia Ling's appetite had changed drastically ever since she became pregnant, and chicken was in her list of favorites since. She was just about to have her first mouthful when she decided to push the bowl away. "The smell is making me uncomfortable. I'm not having it."
Pei Ziheng looked up at Nanny Zhou without Xia Ling noticing.
Nanny Zhou nodded her head ever so slightly.
Pei Ziheng understood that she had added the medicine in the soup and gently persuaded Xia Ling. "Isn't your morning sickness a lot better these days? Nanny Zhou took a lot of effort to prepare this, don't let it go to waste."