"Ding..."
The metallic dining spoon scraped against the bowl with a slight sound.
The thick soup dotted with green parsley leaves swirled and churned, its sweet and creamy aroma rising with the warm white steam dispersing into the air.
Scooping up several slices of mushrooms, enrobed in the rich milky flavor, the soup was delivered into the mouth.
As Xia Nan savored the sweet, silky taste on his tongue, he couldn't help but close his eyes in enjoyment.
Across the dining table, Abi sat upright, his darting eyes and only half-seated position with a forward-leaning posture clearly showed his unease.
The flush of alcohol on his face had subsided considerably, completely unlike the classic "drunken adventurer" demeanor from just moments before.
"Where's Adeline, why isn't she with you?"
The sudden voice in front of him caused Abi's body to stiffen slightly, and he hastily replied:
