Under the firelight, Xie Xingchen held a copper spoon, skimming the foam off the surface.
This demeanor, it resembled Yan Wugui.
Lu Mingshu also knew that mentioning Yan Wugui or Gentleman Lianzhen now was meaningless.
After skimming the foam, he took a sip from his wine pouch, then he noticed her.
"Why are you out here?"
Lu Mingshu slowly walked over, "Drink less, there's no mist from the Ming River here."
Xie Xingchen stuffed the wine pouch back and sheepishly said, "It's a habit..."
Both sat at opposite ends, silent.
"It's ready!" The voice of Little Boo suddenly rang out, breaking the silence.
Just as Xie Xingchen was about to reach for a bowl, he noticed that Little Boo had already automatically served the soup and passed it to him.
"..." Being too smart isn't always good, missing out on chances to show eagerness!
"Thank you." She looked at the bowl of soup, not knowing whether to thank Little Boo or him.
