"Your nose is even more sensitive than a dog's!"
Poking Diao Chan's pink little nose, Zhu Haomiao chuckled indulgently, taking a small bowl to serve it some [Qilin Soup].
"Eat up."
"Squeak!"
Like receiving a royal edict, Diao Chan squeaked with excitement, darting to the bowl to lick happily.
Chomp chomp chomp~
Watching it wriggle its little butt joyfully, Zhu Haomiao shook his head with a laugh, suddenly noticing the maid swallowing wistfully nearby.
Meeting the youth's gaze, the maid's face flushed red, quickly lowering her head.
Blinking, Zhu Haomiao hesitated for a moment, looking at the cleanly washed containers, and picked out a soup tureen.
He ladled a spoonful of the glowing [Qilin Soup] into it, then diluted it with hot water to a full pot of clear soup, calmly instructing the maid.
