At lunchtime.
Zhi'er pretended not to know anything as she sat by the table.
She sniffed the fragrant chicken soup.
Inside were finely chopped green onions and goji berries for garnish.
The essence of the chicken soup had turned into a golden color, with delicious cloud mushrooms and bamboo shoots floating inside.
Zhi'er exclaimed, her eyes sparkling: "It looks so fragrant."
She took a sip, while Feng Fuce watched her expression, paying attention to the changes in her demeanor.
Zhi'er quietly savored, very peacefully.
After a while, Feng Fuce couldn't hold back any longer.
He asked: "How is it?"
Zhi'er shook her head and sighed.
Feng Fuce immediately sat up straight: "Isn't it good?"
Zhi'er raised her watery eyes: "I've never had such delicious soup!"
Feng Fuce's handsome eyebrows lifted, visibly pleased.
He leaned back against his chair: "Drink more, the chicken soup warms you up, it's good for you."
Zhi'er quickly finished one bowl and asked for another.
