Gu Xinyan personally served Xu Xiangbei a bowl of soup. The golden broth contained white, tender chicken that was soft and smooth to chew, and grey, round mushrooms that were aromatic and greatly increased one's appetite.
Xu Xiangbei tried a sip. The taste was fresh and pleasant with a balanced savory flavor. He nodded with admiration, thinking to himself that this girl's cooking skills were truly impressive. Even though he couldn't indulge in romance, enjoying good food wasn't bad either.
Wiping the fragrant sweat from her forehead, Gu Xinyan watched Xu Xiangbei savor the soup with a look of bliss on her face.
She had always fantasized about one day becoming a good wife and mother, cooking meals and making soup for her husband. Since she couldn't walk, this idea remained a fantasy until today when she practiced it with Xu Xiangbei, turning fantasy into reality.
