Xiao Ying was carrying a thermos flask as she walked downstairs. She saw Zhou Yao walking over.
She walked closer and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
Zhou Yao looked at her slightly red and swollen eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Noticing his gaze, Xiao Ying turned her head a little uncomfortably and smiled. "It's fine. This is for you."
With that, she handed the thermos over. Zhou Yao took it very naturally.
Xiao Ying said in exasperation, "Don't tell me you think I want you to hold my cup for me."
Zhou Yao's gaze told her that was exactly what he thought.
Xiao Ying could not help but chuckle. "This is soup to help your stomach feel better. How could you be fine after eating so much chili yesterday? It's for you to drink."
She was very experienced in eating spicy food. Every time she finished eating, she would have to drink a bowl of this soup. Otherwise, she would be really uncomfortable the next day.
