Before Xiaoguo went to bed, she stewed some chicken soup. As she was going to visit Qin Anming the next day, Xiaoguo had specially picked out a few types of Chinese herbs to nourish his Qi and blood. She would boil the soup on low heat for the entire night to bring out the essence from the meat and herbs. When she brings it for him tomorrow, it would taste superb!
After cleaning up, she closed the kitchen door.
When she returned to the house, she saw that Jiang Danhe's room was still lit. She guessed that they might not have rested yet, so she stood at the door and knocked softly. "Rest early."
Jiang Danhe was shocked. He subconsciously hid the book he was holding under his pillow.
"Okay, you rest early too."
As Zhuang Zhuang was sleeping by his side, Jiang Danhe's voice sounded a little reserved.
Xiaoguo tilted her head, but she didn't think much about it. She walked back to her room with a candle in hand.
