"OK, I'll drink it later." Nana took the chicken soup and nodded.

The smell of chicken soup came again. Nana felt queasy and pale. He spilled the chicken soup on the ground with a shake of his hand.

Looking at all the chicken soup spilled on the ground, Linda looked distressed.

"If you say you don't drink, forget it. How can you waste it?" Linda glared at Nana. "Levi Lambert asked me to take good care of you. I took care of you. You don't appreciate it."

Good chicken ...