"Okay!" Jiang Meilin nodded, and Aunt Jiang served a bowl of soup to Jiang Meilin and handed it to her.
She took the bowl and drank a sip. As soon as she took a small sip, her brows furrowed slightly. She thought it was the world's most unpalatable thing. She wanted pork rib soup, wanted chicken soup, but now there was no chance of having any; being able to drink a bowl of vegetable soup was already good enough.
Aunt Jiang, seeing Jiang Meilin's frown, said, "Miss, is it very bad? If you really can't drink it, don't force yourself. How about I go buy you some milk? I won't let the young master see it. I'm on a salary, and I could buy you a bottle of milk every day."
"No need, I can drink this soup," Jiang Meilin declined Aunt Jiang's kindness. She didn't want to use Aunt Jiang's salary; she was getting older and needed some money for her retirement. Besides, if Shen Mingfeng found out, would he blame Aunt Jiang?
