The dough drops in the soup were very chewy, and the taste was sweet and soft.
After a while, Ji Zhao finished the bowl of dough drop soup.
"Mother, this dough drop soup is really delicious." Ji Zhao smiled and showed her the empty bowl in his hand. "Mother, look, I've finished it!"
Shen Yao happened to walk into the kitchen and saw the bright smile on Ji Zhao's face.
He held his fist to his lips and coughed twice.
"Sanlang, why are you in the kitchen so late at night?" Zhao Lanhua asked with concern. "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mother will make it for you."
"Mother, I'm not hungry." Shen Yao shook his head gently. "Mother, I have something to say to Ji Ah Tao alone."
Zhao Lanhua subconsciously looked back at the nervous Ji Zhao and explained softly, "Mother brought her back. She injured her head and can't starve. She…"
"Mother," Shen Yao called her softly.
