The servant busied themselves trying to lighten the mood, "Young Master, Madam started making this in the late afternoon, possibly because she saw you've been having a fever these days and wanted to make something to nurture your health."
Tong Ran didn't speak or turn around; she was solely focused on adjusting the flavor of the soup. She ladled a spoonful, lightly blew on it, tasted it, added a pinch of salt, and then served it.
Washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, cooking, plating... she didn't let the servant help at all from start to finish.
Tong Ran, wearing heat-insulating gloves, brought the soup to the table and placed it right in the center.
Eight dishes and a soup, all exquisitely prepared.
Luo Xiao's lips hinted a smile, a sudden warmth in his heart. She said she didn't care about him, the cruel words she spoke this afternoon... maybe they really were just spoken in anger.
