Yan Nuo noticed that Ji Yinbing no longer called him by his name. However, she could no longer call him master.
Yan Nuo was stunned by Ji Yinbing's respectful and unrelenting tone. His heart silently cut open again and blood flowed out.
"Yinbing." Yan Nuo realized that his voice was hoarse.
His voice paused. He saw that Ji Yinbing was still looking at him with such a calm gaze. That was not the gaze a woman should have after giving birth. No matter how angry or angry she was, it was better than pretending to be calm after her heart had died.
Yan Nuo felt flustered.
"Soup…" He was as helpless as a young boy. He said hurriedly and incoherently," The soup you wanted, pork ribs soup, radish pork ribs soup. I just stewed it. "Then, Yan Nuo felt awkward again." Perhaps I put too much salt. Y-You can try it. "
Ji Yinbing looked at the pot of soup in his hands.
Bitterness and grief spread through her body.
