Su Qianxun felt a sharp pain swiftly pierce through her heart. She stared at him bewilderment but only saw him curl his lips mockingly. He did not wait for her reply before he looked away and continued to eat.
Su Qianxun was somewhat upset as she lowered her head and began to eat the rice in her bowl. Once in a while, she would raise her head to glance at the man beside her. He ate in a serious manner the entire time, and he wore an unapproachable expression on his handsome face.
After eating, Su Qianxun took everything back into the kitchen. On the stove next to her, the bone broth was still cooking on low heat and creating a boiling sound. She washed the dishes and put them back in their respective storage places. The soup was almost done, so the young woman put some in a bowl and took it upstairs.
