Once Zachary gave his word, I finally felt relieved. I trusted his judgment.

"I'm hungry—craving fish soup," Zachary whined playfully.

"No way, you should avoid seafood for now—something about infection risks," I shot him down immediately.

"Then how about chicken noodle soup? The kind with lots of carrots and celery, simmered for hours with fresh herbs and bay leaves. Oh, and don’t forget those crispy crackers on the side?" he listed every detail ...