"Of course, if you made it, I would definitely drink every last drop." Pei Yicheng had just finished a meal, but due to work, he had only grabbed a bite and hadn't eaten his fill, now, the warm chicken soup was filling up his not-quite-satisfied stomach to the brim.
Pei Yicheng indeed drank the chicken soup with the chicken meat, not leaving a single drop behind.
"Burp."
Pei Yicheng let out a full burp, feeling a bit stuffed, but the taste of the chicken soup lingered, reminding him that it was personally made by Nianhua.
"When I have time again, I'll make it for you." Xu Nianhua said, walking to the door and closing it.
"Nianhua, what are you..." Pei Yicheng looked at her cautious demeanor, worried about being discovered by others, and teased deliberately, "Doing this in broad daylight, isn't it inappropriate?"
"Brother Cheng!"
Xu Nianhua's face instantly flushed red as she glared at him and said, "What are you talking about? I just wanted to check on your wound."
