The servant saw her coming downstairs and immediately went up to support her, "Miss, are you hungry?"
"Hmm, I want a late-night snack."
"Alright, I'll make it for you right away."
Lu Meng licked her lips and asked, "Is there any soup?"
She hadn't eaten much at dinner and suddenly wanted to drink some soup.
The servant remembered the soup sent by Song Yunchi, and immediately nodded, "Yes, please wait a moment."
Fifteen minutes later, the hot late-night snack was ready.
Lu Meng sat down in the dining room, picked up the steaming soup, and took a sip.
The taste was delicious, without a trace of meat smell, she liked it very much.
She took another sip, tasting it carefully. However, why did this taste seem familiar?
"Who made this soup?"
The servant didn't dare to hide anything, guessing she had noticed, and replied with a forced smile, "This was made by the gentleman. He also said that if you want anything, you can tell him and he'll prepare it and send it over."
