Once seated at the dining table, Aunt Zhou brought out dish after dish.
The dinner was relatively light, but there was a bowl of chicken soup, with the oil skimmed off, revealing a white, rich broth and various nourishing ingredients.
Rong Ying smiled, got up, took a spoon, and ladled a bowl of soup, placing it in front of Jiang Yaoyao, "Yaoyao, have some soup to nourish your body."
Jiang Yaoyao said, "Okay, thank you, Auntie..."
Before she finished speaking, a man's hand suddenly reached over and took that bowl of soup away.
Jiang Yaoyao was stunned.
Really?
It's bad enough you're giving me the silent treatment, but now you're even taking my soup?
Rong Ying also frowned, "Jinlan?"
Bo Jinlan took a sip with the spoon, "It's been a long time since I drank soup served by Mom herself."
Rong Ying laughed, "You should have told me if you wanted some, you never drink soup in the evening, why are you competing with Yaoyao today?"
