Mu Yan left the kitchen and sat down in the dining room. Soon, Jiang Jingheng came out with two bowls of soup.
He placed one bowl in front of her and pulled a chair to sit beside her.
"Thank you," Mu Yan thanked him and took a sip with the soup spoon.
The soup was fresh and not greasy, with a strong bone aroma, and it seemed to have some herbal medicine in it.
She looked at Jiang Jingheng and asked, "This soup is delicious, how did you make it?"
Jiang Jingheng looked at her, "Want to learn?"
Mu Yan nodded, thinking she could make it for Mu Chen later.
"Tuition fee," Jiang Jingheng extended his hand towards her.
Mu Yan was taken aback and instinctively asked, "How much?"
Jiang Jingheng chuckled, "Do I look like someone who needs money?"
Mu Yan almost cried at her stupidity, no one in Upper City was richer than him, right?
"Then what do you want?"
"You."
