Zhao Xiaohua made calming soup for Zhao Xiaoshu, watched him drink it, and finally felt at ease.
"Second brother has always been sharp-tongued. Don't take his words to heart. You haven't seen how anxious he was at the time." Zhao Xiaohua said.
"I won't take it to heart. I know you're all genuinely good to me, and I'll always remember that."
"Oh, we're family. Isn't it natural to be good to you? You're good to us too! Saying it so seriously like that makes me a bit embarrassed." Zhao Xiaohua felt somewhat uneasy, because she wasn't really nice to Xiaoshu before.
It was after mom brought him back and treated him well that the family slowly became good to him.
Xiaoshu is sincere at heart and doesn't hold grudges.
"I'll be even better to you in the future," Zhao Xiaohua promised.
"Okay."
"Now, go rest. The calming soup makes you sleepy. After a nap, maybe mom will be back." Zhao Xiaohua said in a relaxed tone.
"Alright."
