"Ah, it smells so good, hurry up and give me a bowl!"
Jian Ling'er took a bowl, her little hands holding the bowl tightly.
Waiting for Luo Xuan to serve her some soup.
Looking like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
Even the young Luo Xuan was slightly amused.
Though Jian Ling'er's cooking skills were certainly not as good as his, she should at least be able to serve herself some soup.
At this moment, it seemed she had a moment of foolishness, waiting for him to serve her.
The young Luo Xuan filled Jian Ling'er's bowl with soup until it was brimming.
Jian Ling'er instinctively went to take a sip, but found it so hot she almost questioned her existence.
At that moment, Jian Ling'er realized that the insulation of the bowl at home was actually somewhat effective.
Her hands holding the bowl had deceived her, or she wouldn't have found it so hot that she questioned her existence...
But faced with such deliciousness, Jian Ling'er couldn't care less about the heat.
