Butler Ling went downstairs to get Xu Chaomu a bowl of pork rib soup noodles, a dish she had specially prepared for Chaomu, having started to simmer it since last night; now, its fragrance was overwhelming, the bone broth thick and hearty.
She had added corn and red dates, making it even sweeter to smell.
"Chaomu, come, have some noodles."
Butler Ling helped Xu Chaomu sit up, leaning her against a giant panda pillow.
Feeling the aroma, Xu Chaomu got hungry and smiled, "Butler Ling's cooking skills are truly amazing."
"Does it still have that familiar scent? Just like five years ago?"
Five years ago, Butler Ling would often make pork rib soup for Xu Chaomu because the young master often said that if she didn't eat more, how could she improve her grades from last to second last.
At the mention of five years ago, her eyes fluttered a few times, and a wave of sourness washed over her heart.
"Come on, I'll feed you, so you don't starve the baby."
