"Chicken soup." Ya Shitian still guessed this.
Ye Anqi laughed, "You got it half right, it's chicken soup porridge."
She ceremoniously lifted the lid, revealing the fragrant chicken soup porridge.
Ya Shitian felt quite appetized just by looking at it.
"This is the last one, but I believe you'll definitely guess right this time. Ya Shao, the truth is in your hands, please tell me, what delicious dish is this?"
Ya Shitian was amused by her playful words.
He cooperated fully, deliberately serious and earnest: "After my deep consideration, and rich experience, this time it must be chicken soup!"
"Is it chicken soup or not? The answer will be revealed soon."
"Ta-da—"
Ye Anqi lifted the lid, exclaimed in surprise, "It really is chicken soup, the noble Ya Shao, you're amazing, you guessed it right! How are you so impressive, so awesome!"
"..." Ya Shitian chuckled, "Ye Anqi, I've been meaning to ask, how are you so adorable?"
