Zheng Lu Hua looked at the soup in the bowl, there was indeed some oil on top, but that's normal, even clear stewed ribs would have oil.
She felt a bit aggrieved, after not seeing him for a week, she thought he would miss her a lot, but he didn't even give her a glance, let alone pick on her.
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, a friend quickly intervened, "Shaohan, the soup smells really good to me. If you don't want to drink it, let us have it, we're all hungry and thirsty."
"Get lost!" Jian Shaohan glared at them angrily.
"Oh come on, Shaohan, you're being stingy. You're not drinking it, and you won't let us drink it either?" someone joked.
Normally Jian Shaohan might have been smug, but today he was really in a bad mood, so he wasn't nice to anyone.
"Whoever the hell wants to drink it, go ahead and drink it then."
Zheng Lu Hua looked at his gloomy face, not knowing what had set him off this time.
