Just as they were chatting, Wen Xinya entered with the medicinal soup.
Xu Xianghu sprung up from the couch and stared at the medicine in the bowl. "Sis-in-law, what did you make? It smells heavenly."
While talking, he leaned closer and closer towards the soup, seemingly craving for it.
Staring at his gluttony behavior, Wen Xinya answered coldly, "Oh, it's snake soup that I made for your boss."
She only realized today that the silly Xu Xianghu was not just a dimwit, he was also a glutton. She was at a loss for words to criticize him upon sight of him drooling.
Xu Xianghu stared at the food tray and said with a sheepish grin, "Sis-in-law, you seem to have made plenty of soup. Ninth Young Master definitely can't finish everything."
He was just trying to say, "Sis-in-law, please do a kind deed and share some with me!"
