Leng Shaoqing's hidden agenda was that since he had drunk the soup, he wouldn't let those others get away with it lightly. After all, happiness shared is happiness doubled, and misery shared is misery halved!
Everyone picked up their spoons one after another to drink the soup, and with the sound of spoons clinking against porcelain bowls, their faces all wore different expressions, but they were all trying their best to hold back.
Gu Qili carefully watched them, as if waiting for their evaluation, considering that if the taste also satisfied everyone, she would think about making it for Mu Shuoqian every day.
"Hehe," Bai Chengxi laughed dryly with a throat that seemed to have swallowed a huge chunk of salt. "Qili, good skills."
"Yeah, it really tastes good," said Nan Zhan, his smile a bit stiff. But seeing Gu Qili's hopeful eyes, he didn't spit out the truth. After all, compared to Mu's fierceness, she was truly hospitable and it was hard to decline such warmth.
