Don't even mention Xie Qingci, after chatting, Yu Xia kind of regretted not making it public at the time.
If it were public, wouldn't she be able to openly visit and drink soup, eat meat?
Having a handsome little chef at home, what a beautiful thing.
After firmly rejecting Xie Qingci's request, Yu Xia was making salad in the kitchen. The more she thought about it, the more it felt off. When the tasteless salad entered her mouth, her tongue seemed to taste bitterness.
This rubbish doesn't taste as good as the dishes Xie Qingci makes.
So she dialed Xie Qingci's number.
He hung up and switched directly to video call. Perhaps deliberately, the moment the video connected, there was a bowl of pork rib lotus root soup on the screen. In the soup, with its faint pink-purple color, lay two pieces of ribs and a chunk of lotus root, seemingly waving at her.
