Song Xian always remained calm, his face revealed no other emotions. Although he didn't want to speak, he had to open his mouth now.
Cheng Yanzhao hadn't yet recovered his senses.
Song Xian looked at the chicken soup in front of him: "What's in this?"
Xie Liangchen replied: "Old hen, Huang Jing, rice, and mixed grains."
Song Xian confirmed again: "Nothing else?"
Xie Liangchen decisively and confidently said: "Nothing else."
Every time Xie Liangchen named an ingredient, Song Xian had to recall if it matched what he had just eaten.
Opposite the table, Cheng Yanzhao's face still looked awful, his mouth tightly shut.
It was the first time Song Xian saw Cheng Yanzhao like this, thinking of his usual chatter, he felt an odd sense of satisfaction in his chest.
Cheng Yanzhao's eyebrows were almost knitted together, finally, he exhaled long and said: "Miss Xie, then what about mine?"
Xie Liangchen said: "Egg whites, toad oil, minced meat."
