"What's in Xinxin's soup?"
Hearing Lin Yuan'ai's words, Mrs. Mo also looked nervously at the floor.
It seemed like there were some small, dark red granules inside.
Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin and ran straight to the door, and Mo Qingning followed, with the two little ones not far behind.
Lin Yuan'ai squatted down, picked up the granule-like thing, and without caring if it was dirty on the ground, put it directly into her mouth and chewed it a few times.
After chewing a few bites, Lin Yuan'ai's face changed.
"Why is there hawthorn in the soup! Isn't this supposed to be goji pigeon soup? How could there be hawthorn in it!"
"What! There's actually hawthorn!"
Mrs. Mo's face also changed dramatically.
Fu Zixin, standing nearby, blinked in confusion.
"Mom, what's wrong with hawthorn? Can't cousin-in-law eat hawthorn?"
She asked in a bewildered manner.
"Silly girl! Of course, your cousin-in-law can't eat hawthorn!"
