"Before I get to the bottom of it, I can't jump to any rash conclusions." When Sheng Xiao suddenly sniffed something, he turned around and looked at the villa behind him as he asked Yu Huang, "Do you smell burnt meat?"
Yu Huang was stunned and exclaimed, "My soup!"
After she hurriedly ran back to the kitchen and opened the enamel pot, she saw that the soup in the pot had long been boiled dry, while the chicken was stuck to the bottom of the pot and had already been burned. She suddenly became irritable. "Damn, is it that difficult to drink a mouthful of soup?"
Yu Huang had been craving chicken soup since this morning. She thought about how Sheng Xiao liked it too, so she waited until nighttime to make this pot of soup, since she wanted to drink it with Sheng Xiao.
In the end, the soup was ruined.
Yu Huang threw down the spoon angrily and it made a loud clang.
