"Chicken soup wontons?" Ji Zhao smelled the fragrance and immediately got up from the bed. "Is it the little wontons at the intersection of West Street?"
"Yes." Shen Yao smiled and nodded. He gently pushed away the hair on her forehead and said gently, "If you eat now, the temperature should be just right."
"Alright!" Ji Zhao hurriedly nodded. She picked up the spoon and scooped some wonton soup. The soup was fragrant and every small wonton had a thin skin and a lot of meat. With a bite, the fragrant soup immediately burst out in her mouth, giving her taste buds a feast.
A moment later, Ji Zhao finally finished the bowl of wontons.
The dim candlelight swayed gently, and the bright and beautiful girl in front of him had a satisfied expression.
"Shen Yao, what are you looking at?" Seeing how engrossed he was, Ji Zhao, who was holding her face with both hands, blinked curiously.
