“It's alright. I'll prepare some ginger soup with brown sugar later,”

Rosalynn replied, offering a smile.

Even with women diligently tending to their well-being, the arrival of their period would inevitably render them somewhat delicate.

After her shower, she intended to make a steaming bowl of soup.

Brian handed her the clothes before departing from the bathroom.

Concerned about Rosalynn's despondent expression, he turned on his heels and made his way to the kitchen.

Having never cooked before, he resorted to his phone for an online recipe.

However, the information he found was rather vague, lacking the precise proportions of ginger and brown sugar required.

Just as he found himself in this predicament, his phone rang, indicating an incoming call from his mother.

Brian unconsciously furrowed his brows. He answered the call.

“Mom.”

“Brian, where are you? Aren't you joining me for dinner?" Noemi inquired.

Staring at the ginger in his hand, Brian pressed his Lips together and replied, "Mom, something came up. I have something to attend to."

Although he had a business dinner scheduled for the evening, he asked Edwin to take his place.

Brian was in no mood for social engagements; his sole desire was to return to Rosalynn’s side.

“Brian, is it a business dinner? Where are you?" Noemi persisted.

A flicker of impatience flashed across Brian's eyes.

His mother must have enlisted Selina to accompany him.

“Mom, don't worry about me. If that's all you want, I'll hang up. Bye,”

Brian uttered, intending to end the call.

However, as he glanced at the ginger in his hand, an instinctive query escaped his lips.

“By the way, Mom, do you happen to know the proper proportions of ginger and brown sugar for ginger soup with brown sugar?"