Unexpectedly, Chu Qianqian had such a considerate side, Qin Yiren chuckled and thanked her, accompanying her to the kitchen.
The aunt was tending to Chu Qianqian's heartfelt soup. Seeing the two of them come in, she quickly took out two bowls of soup for them to taste.
Holding the steaming porcelain bowl, Qin Yiren took a sip.
The slightly sour taste of the tomatoes matched with the savory beef; although the taste didn't quite match the aunt's homemade version, for a wealthy young woman, it was quite acceptable.
Putting down the spoon, Qin Yiren didn't hesitate to praise the other, "Not bad, impressive Qianqian, is this your first time cooking?"
"Hehe, Jingxing deserves half the credit." As she carefully tasted the flavor, Chu Qianqian pouted in mild disappointment, "It's pretty ordinary."
"You can't judge it by hotel chef standards, I think it's quite nice, Professor Bo will like it."
As she spoke, Qin Yiren paused, silently reminding herself not to speak like this.
