Even without meat, the aroma was still so enticing.
She took in a few more deep breaths, her craving blatantly apparent.
Tao Yao pretended not to see her longing expression, bowed her head and ladled some soup into the soup jar, then sealed it with a lid.
She found a tray, placed the soup jar on it, and added a small bowl with a porcelain spoon inside.
Yue Ling, upon seeing this, asked in confusion, "Tao Yao, who are you going to take this to?"
As soon as she asked, she understood—it was for the Palace Master, wasn't it?
Could it be Tao Yao hadn't given up on the Palace Master?
Tao Yao glanced at her and said indifferently, "I won't lie to you, this is a soup I stewed for the Palace Master.
I've actually noticed, he really doesn't care for me, but I admire him greatly, so I made something delicious… hoping to cheer him up.
I'm not asking for much, I just hope he won't be cold to me anymore, just treat me like he treats all of you, as a disciple is enough…
