Rong Qingqing lingered on the sofa for a while before slowly heading to the dining room, where Nanny Zhao had already placed her breakfast on the table.
There was also a steaming bowl of soup, the contents unknown.
Wary because of yesterday's health soup, Rong Qingqing sat down, sniffed it like a dog, and then turned her head to look at Shen Jue.
She asked him, "How does it taste? What is it?"
"It's a super vitality tonic. You better not drink it," Shen Jue teased Rong Qingqing.
"Oh, then I'm relieved." Rong Qingqing felt completely at ease.
If Shen Jue had earnestly told her to try it, Rong Qingqing might have asked more questions.
But as soon as Shen Jue said she shouldn't drink it, Rong Qingqing knew it wasn't the tonic she had feared.
Rong Qingqing took a sip and could taste a faint osmanthus flavor.
It was sweet.
"It must be some sweet soup made with osmanthus paste," Rong Qingqing smacked her lips, "and there's the taste of brown sugar too."
