If that soup had been for Mo Xicheng, Li Shu would have removed the layer of oil that was floating on top. But because it was for Yao Lili, she had poured it into the bowl with the rest of the soup.
With the oil covering it, no steam wasn't coming out of it, hence the soup looked like it had adequately cooled down.
Because Yao Lili's mind was on other things, she did not think too much before she downed the liquid in a single gulp.
The next moment…
Her pupils widened and she opened her mouth to spit the soup out. Li Shu spoke in a gentle voice, "What's wrong? Is the soup not to your taste?"
Yao Lili: …!!
She stared at Li Shu, suddenly not understanding what the woman meant.
But spitting the chicken soup out didn't seem like the right thing to do.
She steeled herself and swallowed the scalding soup, feeling the liquid burn her throat. Then she spoke, "No, it was just a little hot."
