Soon, everyone came back, and when they saw a big pot of chicken soup, everyone cheered.
A few chickens had been cooked into a soup enough for a dozen people, amply satisfying everyone's appetite, and coupled with the other dishes Zhao Juan had prepared, it was particularly tempting.
Zhao Juan always studied how to cook, and her skills had nearly caught up with Xiao Han's now.
Therefore, everyone preferred eating at home rather than going out to restaurants; the food made by so-called chefs was nowhere near as good as Zhao Juan's.
Seeing Xiao Han's rosy complexion, everyone felt relieved.
Only a few men knew what Xiao Han had gone through and that he would likely continue tonight.
"Husband, shall we sleep together tonight?" Su Muqing rarely took the initiative to invite Xiao Han.
Xiao Han laughed and said, "Well, I'm quite tired, and I want to rest well tonight, let's wait a couple of days."
After saying that, Xiao Han rushed into his own room.
