The sun was shining gaily while the fragrance of flowers filled the area.
They were all seated on the picnic blanket, and Hao Zhonghua took out the piping hot dishes from sealed lunch boxes one by one.
The picnic atmosphere was so refreshing that it set everyone's mind at ease.
As Hao Zhonghua opened the vacuum flask, he couldn't help but praise, "This fish soup smells amazing!"
The aroma of the white, murky, and thick soup was incredibly satisfying to everyone's sense of smell.
"Yujia woke up early this morning and made it herself." Grandma pointed out in joy.
Xie Yujia blushed and responded by sticking her tongue shyly for a brief second.
"What's so special about fish soup? I know how to make it as well…" Zhao Yanzi murmured.
However, since her stomach was growling for food, she did not reject her share of the fish soup when Hao Zhonghua got her a bowl.
