“Drink it while it’s hot. Only when it’s steaming will it have the best effect to ward off the cold.”

Dylan nodded, wiping his nose with a tissue. He threw the tissue into the trash bin, but when he saw that the bin was full of tissues, he felt even more embarrassed.

He picked the steaming hot soup up carefully and took a big sip.

It was so spicy!

The spice almost made him spit it out. Remembering that Imogen was right next to him, he forced himself to swallow it. After just one sip, Dylan put the bowl down.

“Ms. Doyle, the soup is too hot. I’ll drink it later,” he said.

It was too spicy. He did not want to take a second sip.

“I’ll take the medicine first,” he added.

Compared to drinking the soup, Dylan would rather take the medicine. The medicine might be bitter, but he could handle it.

Imogen immediately called him out. “You’re afraid of the spice and you don’t want to drink the soup, do you?”

Dylan sneezed again and then poured himself some water to take the medicine.

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