The chefs had the Carrot Soup and scorched rice soup warmed up for her in the pot. As soon as she arrived, they enthusiastically served it to her, urging her to drink it quickly.
Jian Yanyan glanced at the dark scorched rice soup and lightly flavored Carrot Soup, shaking her head desperately, "No way, no way, these are way too awful to drink."
"Be good, drink it and your tummy won't hurt," Su Junhao coaxed her while holding a bowl.
She kept shaking her head, burying it in her arms, refusing to drink. "The rice soup is scorched, it must be bitter, and I absolutely hate Carrot Soup. Don't…"
Before she could finish, Su Junhao took a sip of the dark rice soup from the bowl, and as she was staring at him blankly, he bent down, pressed his lips to hers, and transferred the scorched rice soup into her mouth.
Jian Yanyan's eyes widened as she watched him. He didn't immediately pull away but kept his lips pressed to hers until she swallowed the mouthful of scorched rice soup.
