"You're welcome! I eat your food all the time too!"
After handing over the chocolate, Lin Wanwan started rinsing the soybean milk maker in the sink.
When she finished washing and wiped her hands dry, a cup of hot soy milk was set down in front of her.
"Thanks." Lin Wanwan took it and had a sip.
This freshly ground plain soy milk, rich with the fragrance of soybeans, tasted way better than the one-yuan-a-bag sweet soy milk from the breakfast stalls by the market.
After being fed by Xiao Chong for two straight months, Lin Wanwan had kind of fallen in love with this taste.
Xiao Chong stared at the half ring of soy milk foam tinting Lin Wanwan's upper lip, his gaze tightening as, for no reason at all, the sweetness he'd once tasted over a thousand years ago popped into his mind. His Adam's apple rolled imperceptibly, and he shifted his eyes away.
He had to hold back, couldn't overstep.
