Wen Jiaojiao nodded, remembering the name Xu Si had just let slip.
"Azhen, hello."
But privately, she tugged at Xu Si's sleeve. "You're letting him call you Auntie?"
Xu Si patted her hand. "Let's not talk about that for now."
It was rare for them to see each other, so Wen Jiaojiao decided to stay at the Xu Family for dinner.
Deep winter was the best time for fresh, rich chicken soup.
Butler Ge had just bought two free-range chickens raised in the mountains and handed them over to the kitchen staff. By the time the soup was served, the pot was filled with golden, delicious chicken broth. It carried a hint of medicinal herbs and the clear color imparted by salted bones.
Tasting the Xu Mansion's head chef's unique skill once more, Wen Jiaojiao contentedly squinted her eyes and sighed, "It's been so long since I've had your family's ginseng chicken soup. It's still just like when I was a child."
"Sister Jiaojiao, have you known Auntie for a long time?"
