"Bro, the soup you stewed is really delicious."
Pei Yining, completely satisfied, rubbed her warm belly. A bowl of steaming chicken soup, along with the soft and tasty egg cakes, filled her stomach to the brim.
Xu Nianhua's hand, which was closing the thermal container, paused for a moment. Pei Yining's words suddenly made her think of what Pei Yicheng had said that morning.
"If you like it, I'll make it for you in the future. I'm pretty good at stewing soup."
Xu Nianhua recalled the way Pei Yicheng looked at that time, which gave her an illusion as if he couldn't wait to stew soup for her for the rest of her life.
In the afternoon, Xu Nianhua sat hugging a book. In the past, she relied on figuring things out by herself, but now, with a teacher's systematic instruction, many things that Xu Nianhua didn't quite understand before became much clearer, and she learned much more smoothly.
