Lian Qingyang felt wronged. What did he say?
Jin Yan's complexion was indeed poor, it was pale... like a ghost.
Fine, maybe not as exaggerated as a ghost, but she really had no blood color at all. He endured the pain of being stepped on and explained, "Mom, what I mean is Jin looks too pale. She should drink more nutritious things to nourish her body."
"That's better." Zhang Hualian's expression softened, warmly inviting Jin Yan to drink more duck soup, which is also nourishing.
Lian Qingyang simply kept quiet and focused on eating. He secretly glanced at Si Yu, thinking to himself that it was fine for his mom and sister to scold him, but why was his brother-in-law joining in and stepping on him too?
"Xiao Yang, fish head is good for the brain." Si Yu picked a fish head and gave it to Lian Qingyang.
Lian Qingyang looked at the big fish head and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm quite smart. Why should I eat something for the brain?"
