Edward Stephens furrowed his brows slightly, said nothing, and lowered his head to start drinking the bland chicken soup.
Although Lady Stephens hadn't mentioned it, he could tell this pot of chicken soup was probably made by his mother herself.
Edward finished it in one go, then pushed the bowl aside and said flatly, "No salt."
Lady Stephens was taken aback, then quickly took a spoon to taste it herself.
Upon tasting, it was indeed bland.
Seeing her son's calm expression, Lady Stephens couldn't help saying, "Why did you drink it all without salt? I can go back and make you another pot."
Edward: "It's troublesome."
Lady Stephens looked at him a few times, pinched her son's cheek, and smiled, "Stubborn."
Having his face pinched by his mother, Edward remained calm. He yawned and pulled up the quilt, "Going to sleep."
