Jiang Yanshen lowered his eyes and smiled faintly. "Okay."
The chicken soup in the pot boiled as Lin Qingqian threw the washed vegetables into the pot and they were cooked in a matter of seconds. The chicken soup looked extra delicious with mushrooms added.
Lin Qingqian scooped a bowl of soup for him first. "Eat something before you drink."
Jiang Yanshen obediently picked up the steaming soup bowl and said, "Okay."
The night in the mountain village was extremely cold. Although Lin Qingqian was full, her hands and feet were cold. Hence, she scooped a bowl of soup for herself and sat opposite him, taking small sips.
Jiang Yanshen finished his soup and looked at her. "Qianqian, Happy New Year."
Lin Qingqian hesitated for a moment before picking up Lin Chaoyan's unfinished wine glass and clinking it with his. "Happy New Year."
Jiang Yanshen put down his wine glass and continued eating.
