Isabella got up and sat next to Quinn, glancing at the table. There were more than ten dishes of various sizes, most of which were spicy, totally unsuitable for a patient who had just had a high fever.
After taking everything in, Isabella's gaze was fixed on the vibrant and appetizing-looking tropical smoothie on the table.
Even if Isabella didn't understand medicinal cuisine, she knew that a tropical smoothie had the effect of nourishing blood and yin for women. She couldn't possibly let Quinn, whose high fever had not completely subsided, drink this, could she?
Quinn usually ate light meals, and all those dishes were made by this aunt. Why did she only make such meals when he was sick?
After sweeping her gaze around, Isabella looked at Quinn with a question, "Are you sure these dishe
