"It's really delicious!"
Su Chen drank the entire bowl of chicken soup in one breath, his face lighting up with a glimmer.
"Really? Then have some more!"
Lin Ruoxue proactively took Su Chen's bowl and refilled it for him; h``e promptly drank it all again!
Within a short time, Su Chen had drunk most of the pot of chicken soup, and his belly visibly swelled at a noticeable rate.
Lin Ruoxue looked at him and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Could it be that she really had such a gift for cooking, that the chicken soup she made for the first time was so delicious?
Alright, I'll try some myself then!
However, just as Lin Ruoxue was about to serve herself some soup, Su Chen suddenly pulled the clay pot toward himself:
"Wife, the chicken soup you made today is especially delicious; I've got addicted to it. Let's say it's all mine today. If you want to drink it, tomorrow your husband will make it for you."
"It's fine, I just want one bowl."
