Jiang Wanqiu slept until the afternoon before she groggily opened her eyes.
Seeing the empty space beside her, her mood was just about to dip.
Suddenly, she spotted a sticky note on the nightstand with a line of elegant handwriting.
"When you wake up, remember to go to the kitchen downstairs. I made you some chicken soup."
Jiang Wanqiu's eyes instantly lit up. She threw off the covers and ran to the kitchen with a PITTER-PATTER.
"The chicken soup Ah Sheng made for you smells incredible."
"Come on, little sister, let your big brother have a few sips."
Jiang Nan was practically drooling, but who could he blame? Qi Sheng had made it specifically for his sister.
He didn't dare taste it before she did.
"In your dreams! Go ask Aunt Zhou to make you some. This is all mine!"
Jiang Wanqiu, protective of her food, pushed Jiang Nan out of the kitchen before turning to lift the lid.
A rich aroma immediately wafted from the chicken soup, which had been simmering over low heat.
