C144 The guy on the elevator

Thinking of this, I hastily ran to the room where the three children were sleeping. The older one was still talking in his sleep and kept shouting, "I won't eat, I won't eat — —"

When he was talking like that, my mother was feeding ginger soup. I thought he didn't eat ginger soup, but it doesn't sound like it now.

In the back of his mind, he was often fed something he resisted