An Xiaoyu remembered that at that time, she racked her brain to prepare special nourishing food for him, and at that time, Shen Yufeng just calmly watched her, later he even said those meaningful words.
"Xiaoyu, why is your face so red?"
The voice of Mrs. Zhang rang in her ears, and An Xiaoyu quickly gathered her thoughts.
"Ah, it's nothing, just a bit hot in the kitchen!"
Mrs. Zhang was taken aback.
Hot? Well, maybe.
"Then, I'll teach you these steps for making soup now, so later you can make it for him to drink; he'll definitely love it."
An Xiaoyu looked at the ingredients on the chopping board, and protested silently in her mind: Humph, whether or not I'll ever make soup for that bad person again! Who made him such a big liar! Even if he likes it, I won't do it, I won't indulge his bad habits. In the future, if he wants soup, he can make it himself; didn't he say his cooking skills are great? Cooking rice is so simple, so making soup shouldn't be any problem either!
