"Xiao Xiao, stop thinking about other things for now," Lei Ziyi comforted, taking her hand. "Let's have some soup, you haven't eaten anything all day."
With her head down, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't dare meet Lei Ziyi's eyes, but she eventually followed him to the dining area.
In the kitchen, Lei Ziyi prepared two bowls of black chicken soup, a plate of soy beef, and some cucumber salad. Soon, he brought them out, the fragrance filling the room.
"Try it, see if it suits your taste?"
Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and slowly drank it down.
Although she was nervous, there was also some anticipation—after all, it was a nourishing soup Lei Ziyi made especially for her.
He wasn't good at cooking, which she knew all too well.
"Is it not too hot? Does it taste good?" Lei Ziyi asked with concern.
Lin Xiaoxiao looked up at Lei Ziyi, hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's delicious."
