Two hours later, the mushroom chicken soup in the pot was ready.
Taking a covered soup bowl with a white background and a rose pattern, Han Yifan scooped out the soup and mushroom chicken from the pot, placed it in the bowl, and carried it out the door.
He pressed the doorbell and waited quietly for Xue Panpan to open the door, feeling no more anxiety than before.
When Xue Panpan saw Han Yifan through the peephole, her mood was calm, as if the resentment from before had faded away with the changes he had made in recent days.
But Xue Panpan knew, if she didn't open the door, Han Yifan would just keep waiting.
Since that's the case, let's open the door and say a few words to him, let him know it's futile and leave early.
Thinking this as a self-release, Xue Panpan opened the door.
Seeing Han Yifan in casual wear, wearing a floral apron, holding a bowl of soup, Xue Panpan was momentarily caught off guard.
Seeing the open door opposite, Xue Panpan immediately understood.
