Half an hour later, Zhang Jingdong hugged Chu Yi contentedly as they left the kitchen.
Back at the dining table, Chu Yi served Zhang Jingdong a bowl of chicken soup.
"I haven't really made this before, taste it and see how it is? Don't lie to me, if it doesn't taste good, I'll work on improving it."
Zhang Jingdong took it, tasted a sip, savored it carefully, then said, "Mmm, your cooking skills are genuinely impressive!"
Seeing his sincere reaction, Chu Yi's face immediately lit up with joy.
At this moment, her phone on the living room coffee table suddenly rang.
Zhang Jingdong's heart moved: "Could it be President Jiang?"
Chu Yi, discerning his implication, walked over to the coffee table and glanced at her phone.
"It's him."
Zhang Jingdong immediately chuckled: "Then answer it quickly!"
Chu Yi promptly did as told and picked up the call: "Hello..."
"La... oh no, did you wake up?"
"Do you need something?"
