"Take your time eating," Mother Xiao smiled and then said, "You'll finish it eventually."
Mother Xiao clearly did not want to drink the soup; she wanted to leave the chicken soup for her son to drink.
Xiao Han, however, felt sorry for his mother. He wanted her to be able to have a bowl of the steaming hot chicken soup. Xiao Han poured half of his soup into another bowl and picked a lot of the chicken meat into it. Then he said, "Mom, this is for you. You eat, don't waste it."
"You eat, I won't," Mother Xiao shook her head and then said, "You're under a lot of study pressure right now, you should eat more."
"But I really can't eat that much," Xiao Han's tone became firmer, he became anxious, "If you don't eat, I won't eat either!"
Under Xiao Han's coercion, Mother Xiao had no choice but to start eating with her chopsticks.
Seeing his mother start to eat, Xiao Han also began to eat.