The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Ji Zhao silently took the handkerchief from Shen Yao and gently wiped the corner of her lips.
"Better?"
"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Ji Zhao smiled awkwardly.
Only then did Shen Yao feel relieved. He brought over the bowl of wontons in front of Ji Zhao and gently blew on it. After a while, he pushed it in front of her again. "It's not hot anymore."
"Thank you." Ji Zhao narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and smiled sweetly.
Qin Minghong, who witnessed this scene, suddenly felt his teeth ache.
"Young Master Qin, are you not used to it?" Shen Yao keenly caught the twitching of Qin Minghong's lips and said with 'concern', "If you're not used to it, don't force yourself."
"I think this chicken soup wonton is really good." Qin Minghong had a polite smile on his face. "Miss Ji, the dessert you presented at the Ma residence was really delicious."
"Young Master Qin, are you referring to Double Skin Milk?"
