With a belly full of doubts, An Ruixin followed Ji Chengze back to Ji's house.

As soon as he entered the gate of Ji's house, Ji Chengze was called away by a phone call, and An Ruixin had to sit in the living room alone and read a magazine bored.

At that time, lunch time had passed, and there was still some time before dinner time.

An Ruixin hadn't eaten much before she came back, so she was already a little hungry.

But it wasn't in her own home after all, and she was embarrassed to go into other people's kitchens to find food.

I had to grit my teeth to suppress the hunger in my belly, and it was just a meal, and the forbearance was over.

Just as An Ruixin was flipping through the magazine to divert her attention, a figure suddenly flashed out of the kitchen and saw An Ruixin's eyes light up: "Miss An is back, have you eaten lunch?"

An Ruixin was stunned for a while, only to realize that the speaker was actually Aunt Li, the cook of the Ji family.

An Ruixin looked at her smiling and kind appearance, and when she came to her mouth, the words became: "Uh, I came back in a hurry, I didn't eat."

"I haven't eaten it yet, so I must be starving! Just right, the chicken soup in the kitchen should be stewed, and I'll bring it to you right away."

"Hey?" An Ruixin wanted to say something, but Aunt Li had already turned around and entered the kitchen, leaving An Ruixin sitting on the sofa with a blank face, "Chicken soup?"

Aunt Li quickly brought out the chicken soup. Huang Chengcheng's chicken soup contained a lot of nourishing herbs.

The aroma of the hen relies on the soaking and cooking of this medicinal material, which penetrates into the soup little by little, and is rich and fragrant.

An Ruixin smelled the fragrance, and her already hungry stomach became more and more empty.

An Ruixin took a sip of the soup and drank it. The fragrant chicken soup slid into her intestines, making her whole body warm.

Aunt Li watched An Ruixin drink the soup, and immediately asked curiously, "How is it? Does it taste okay?"

An Ruixin turned her head to look at her and smiled slightly: "Well, it's delicious, thank you."

Only then did Aunt Li breathe a sigh of relief, and whispered: "It's good to drink, it's good to drink well, and finally it didn't cost the eldest young master all the painstaking efforts."

An Ruixin drank the soup abruptly, and looked at Aunt Li suspiciously: "What does this soup have to do with your eldest young master?"

"Of course it has something to do with the eldest young master!" Aunt Li looked at An Ruixin with bright eyes, and her eager appearance almost scared An Ruixin to the point of running away without the chicken soup.

"This morning, the eldest young master suddenly ran into the kitchen and said that he wanted to cook a pot of soup for Miss An to nourish her body. Miss An, you don't know, our eldest young master didn't like the kitchen since he was a child, and suddenly ran We were all startled when we came in. Originally, we heard the eldest young master say this, and thought he was just here to give an order, but who knew he was going to do it by himself. He didn't let us do the same thing. For this reason, he accidentally cut his fingers several times when he was cutting the chicken, so scared that we almost didn't call the family doctor."

"He cut his finger?"

"No, the eldest young master has been pampered since he was a child, where did he do such a thing? I accidentally cut it..."

Aunt Li was still talking about that long speech, but An Ruixin's attention was completely attracted by the sentence that cut her finger.

Cut fruit to hand? Heh...thanks he figured it out!

An Ruixin lowered her head and took a sip of chicken soup, hiding the smile in her eyes.

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