"Knock, knock, knock..." There was a crisp call from outside the study, "Master, we've made some soup for you. Please have some."
When Bai Changqing was in the study, no one dared to enter. Even the Xu Family Sisters would only knock, and only allowed in after receiving permission.
Rubbing his vaguely aching forehead, Bai Changqing leaned back in his chair, forcing a faint smile onto his face. "Come in."
The Xu Family Sisters both entered, one in front of the other. One carried a small soup pot, the other held a tray with a set of bowl and chopsticks, both looking fresh and charming.
"Master, please rest. I simmered this soup all day—it's a nourishing recipe passed down in my family. Housekeeper Zhang saw it and said it's excellent, and it smells so good! Please try it!"
Older sister Xu Zhiyuan ladled a bowl from the pot; younger sister Xu Zhidi carried the bowl, smiling brightly as she handed it to Bai Changqing.
