"My injury hasn't healed yet, and the doctor mentioned I can't eat anything too greasy. I'll just have some porridge," said Jiang Yisheng in a light tone.
Ji Mingqian's eyes shone with an engaging smile, and when he turned to look at Jennifer again, his expression became one of difficulty, "Jennifer wouldn't mind, right?"
"No, of course not," Jennifer responded, forcing a smile.
Ji Mingqian curled his lips in a smile, "Then thank you."
With that, he picked up the soup spoon and started to eat the savory soup without any reservation.
Jennifer watched on the side, her heart bleeding.
The soup she had spent hours making had gone to waste.
It was absolutely infuriating.
After drinking half a bowl, Ji Mingqian set the bowl down.
He didn't really want to drink it in the first place, especially since it was the soup Jennifer had made for Jiang Yisheng. He wanted to drink it even less.
