Li Jiaqi absolutely despised ginger, always picking it out of her food. Just the smell of it made her uncomfortable.
Looking at the chicken soup, there were at least ten pieces of ginger in it...
He Yingdong frowned, picked up his chopsticks, and fished out all the small pieces of ginger, "Okay, there's no more now!"
On his stern face, unexpectedly, there appeared a trace of gentleness.
Was it just her imagination?
"Ha, He Yingdong, do you take me for a fool? You've taken out the ginger, but the taste is still very, very strong. I'm not going to drink it!"
She firmly refused to drink, turning her head away.
He stared into her eyes, just looking like that for a few minutes.
The maid next to them was getting anxious, wondering why Miss Li was being so unreasonable.
The young master had gone to great lengths to have the old butler specially find an old hen to make ginger soup for her health, yet she wasn't the least bit appreciative. Sigh...
Li Jiaqi still wouldn't compromise.
