Because it was in an insulated container, it was still warm, and as soon as the lid was opened, the rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out, perhaps with a hint of herbs added, making it look extra appetizing.
Jian Dan looped back to the kitchen to fetch bowls and chopsticks, standing by the kitchen island, she thought of Bo Qin and called out, "Uncle Qin, would you like some?"
"Hmm."
Hmm, does that mean yes or no?
Jian Dan felt like it was a tricky question, so she decided to take bowls for both of them and grabbed a soup ladle too.
She praised herself for her cleverness, handed the bowls and chopsticks to Bo Qin, and first scooped half a bowl of soup for him, giving him a chicken leg as well, with a flattering smile, "Thank you, Uncle Qin, for going out of your way to bring me chicken soup from afar. Thank you."
