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Chapter 1172 The Soup Has a Terrible Taste

Sonia put her spoon down and turned to Toby. Pursing his thin lips in conflict, he spoke after a while. “It’s not like that.”

“If so, why do you keep staring at it and not drinking?” The smile dropped from Rose’s face, to which he replied in resignation, “Grandma, does the soup look edible to you?”

He pointed to the bowl in front of him. Rose, however, only replied in dismissal, “The soup is made for you, so what do you think?” Toby took a deep breath upon hearing that. “If it is as you say, then why is my soup different from Little Leaf’s?”

“He’s right, Grandma.” Sonia nodded. “It is obvious that mine is chicken soup, but I can’t tell what his soup is, and it’s weird. Why can’t we get the same soup?”

Judging by its smell, Sonia could tell it must have a terrible taste without drinking it. Besides, it had an unnatural color. I wonder why Grandma made Toby this kind of soup. I doubt it is useful to the body. Sonia was utterly suspicious about the soup.

Hearing Sonia take his side, Toby was touched. That’s my wife! She’s showing consideration for me the whole time, unlike Grandma. Watching the soup in the bowl, Toby felt his stomach churn.

He doubted that Rose wanted to help him nourish his body. Instead, he was sure she wanted to poison him.

Taking note of the young ones’ suspicion and confusion, Rose sighed. “You’re good at imagining things. I didn’t give you the same soup because they have different effects. Sonny is a woman, and a female’s body is different from a man’s, which is why she’s drinking the chicken soup. It was good to have the chicken soup after the menstruation phase or exhaustion. You, being a man, have no need to drink it.”

As she finished her words, Rose rolled her eyes at him. Toby pursed his thin lips before he muttered, “I don’t mind what hers is. What I’m curious about is mine. Did I get served the water to wash the pot that cooked the chicken soup?”

Sonia choked at his words before she coughed heavily until her cheeks flushed and tears hung on her eyelashes, which made others worried about her. “What’s wrong, Sonny?” Feeling worried, Rose put her cup aside before she attempted to rise to her feet and check on Sonia.

However, Mary was more worried about Rose. As the latter stood, Mary pressed Rose’s shoulder to put her back in the seat. “Don’t worry, Madam. Just sit here. I’ll check on her.”

At that, Mary walked toward Sonia. On her side, Sonia’s well-being occupied Toby’s mind. As soon as she coughed, he left his seat and embraced her in his arms. He patted her back to help her with her breathing.

After a moment, Sonia’s breath finally calmed down, and relaxed with his help. At that moment, Mary handed over something to her. “Here you go, Miss Reed. Have this.”

in her seat to look at Mary’s

cough. Miss Reed, you must feel the discomfort of your lungs after the cough a moment ago. This pill

at Mary’s words. “Thank you, Madam Mary. That’s exactly

then” Mary’s smile grew

it in her mouth as she raised her chin. Toby passed her a glass of

at him, Sonia took the glass

shifted his eyes away in guilt as he knew the reason why she choked. Thus, he was

What do you mean by ‘the water to wash pot’? That’s nonsense! Look what you’ve done to

nodded hastily in agreement. “That’s right! Don’t you think you’re too

was when

that. However, his words were echoing in her mind, and the impression of the soup was a bowl of water to wash the pot popped up in

such, Sonia had no idea about what her response

back to Rose. “Don’t tell me

“Mary helped me to ask the family chef to prepare this. How dare you degrade it? It is

Toby raised his brows. “Grandma, what was the wate—I mean, nourishing soup made of, pray tell? Why does

“Well, the soup—”

could finish, Rose tugged her pants under the stone table to

gesture was telling her something. Mary’s eyes shifted quick-wittedly before she smiled. “There are basic ingredients for

Rose scowled, impatiently urging Toby and sounding as if she would feed him the whole bowl of soup in one gulp if he hesitated

an odd smell, and I don’t think its taste would be any better. However, it certainly won’t be the water that cleaned the pot. You’re

is right. Young Master

eyes were staring at

grabbed the bowl with furrowed

the appearance, the soup was a kind gesture from his grandmother. Thus, he