"Just got off the plane." Fu Yisheng remembered the dinner agreed upon with his wife and the Lu Heng couple. After landing, he came straight to Jinyu Hall, kissed Lu Qingqing on the cheek, and after washing his hands, sat next to Lu Qingqing. He said to the waiter who had just entered, "Please, could you bring me an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl? Thank you."
Lu Qingqing hurriedly added two dishes that Fu Yisheng likes, then served him a bowl of winter melon and pork rib soup.
Drinking it in summer feels refreshing.
"Thanks, my dear." Fu Yisheng drank half a bowl and let out a breath of relief, "Home is always more comfortable; a bowl of hearty soup warms the organs."
"When we get home, I'll make some nourishing soup for you." Lu Qingqing said.
"You've been busy looking after the baby; you're already very exhausted. We have a chef at home, no need for you to do it yourself."
