Qiao Nian returned home after leaving the First Research Institute.
Ye Wangchuan was making soup.
"You're back?" He walked out of the kitchen upon seeing her.
He was wearing a thin sweater. The collar was wide open, making his collarbone look fair. He was so handsome that he did not look like someone who knew how to cook.
Qiao Nian glanced at it once and then again. She put down her bag and spread out on the sofa. "Yes. It smells so good. What did you cook?"
Ye Wangchuan was still holding a spoon. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a deep smile flashed across his narrow eyes. "Pig trotter soup."
Silence.
She had been drinking all kinds of soup for the past few days and was about to vomit.
Ye Wangchuan could tell that the girl's expression immediately became awkward. He put the spoon back in the kitchen and walked out with a smile. "Gu San said that you have to drink more soup."
Qiao Nian's neck stiffened. "… But I don't have to drink it every day."
