The medicine Qin Chuanyou developed works very well. In just two months, the appearance has already recovered by forty to fifty percent.
Old Bai chimed in, "With such good looks, it's hard not to be handsome! Otherwise, how could I have such a beautiful daughter!"
In one sentence, he praised both himself and Mo Qiansu.
The dining table was filled with warm and harmonious laughter.
"Yuelan, eat more, you're too thin. Let me get you some soup to nourish you."
"Dad, I need some nourishment too!" Mo Qiansu, seeing that her father's eyes were only on her mother, deliberately handed over her bowl.
"Alright, alright, I'll get some for you too!" Old Bai happily took the bowl and served a bowl of soup for both mother and daughter.
"Qiansu, you really should eat well. Look at you, not gaining any weight, you don't even look pregnant."
