For the sake of staying in shape, Ji Xinxin hadn't tasted flavorful soup for quite a long time. This bowl of fish soup was delicious, with a hint of sweetness and a slight bitterness, leaving a lingering taste. Ji Xinxin gulped it down in one go, unable to help but praise, "Xiaxia, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"
Back in the day, Ling Chuxia was just like her, a pampered young lady who never touched household chores, but after she married Shi Che, she eventually honed great cooking skills to please him.
Ling Chuxia wasn't the least bit humble, smiling with bright eyes, "That's right, even Shi Che, who doesn't like fish soup, has started drinking it now."
"Stop showing off your happiness in front of me." Ji Xinxin rolled her eyes and snorted lightly, then picked up her chopsticks and ate heartily.
