Her small hand tugged at something, her gaze flickering, her tiny mouth mumbling a few words.
Lu Xiao's brows furrowed slightly, "Hmm? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Wen Xian took a deep breath and said loudly, "Cook instant noodles."
Lu Xiao: "..."
Beautiful.
...
Wen Xian sat on the chair, with chicken soup on the bar. She held a small spoon and savored it delightfully.
The chicken soup contained black wolfberry and cordyceps flowers, making its color strikingly beautiful. The delicious taste of the chicken soup opened all the pores in her body, completely driving away the chill within her.
"The chicken was bought at the morning market. I didn't expect you to come earlier than planned. Next time, I will buy some black-boned chicken to stew for nourishing your body."
Lu Xiao served the preserved meat clay pot rice, handing her a bowl, as he said it most naturally.
Yet, Wen Xian seemed to think of something as she momentarily paused with the spoon in her hand.
