"I—I'm delivering soup to the chairman, on the head chef's orders," the cook said.
"What kind of soup?"
"Silkie chicken soup, it's good for the health."
Zhao Mengjin ignored her words and directly lifted the lid on the bowl of soup she was holding on the tray.
In the bowl, the clear broth and fragrant aroma seemed to have nothing amiss.
The cook smiled, "Miss, do you feel reassured now?"
Zhao Mengjin simply gestured with her hand toward the direction opposite where she was standing.
The cook saw her gesture, looked back, and saw Tang Sili walking up from the staircase.
Tang Sili came up to the two of them.
Zhao Mengjin said to him, "Professor Tang, do you think this bowl of soup is suitable for the chairman to drink?"
Unexpectedly, her words first triggered a strong reaction from the cook.
