After racking his brains, Ji Ting'an finally thought of a good way to apologize.
He kept putting food into Qin Minghong's bowl at the dining table.
Soon, the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of Qin Minghong had been piled into a small mountain.
"Brother Qin, don't stand on ceremony. You must eat more!"
"Come, come, have another bowl of soup!"
"This fried shrimp ball is not bad either. Quick, try it?"
Ji Ting'an, who was exceptionally enthusiastic, did not notice Qin Minghong's darkening expression.
Ji Zhao coughed silently. "Official Ji, why don't you try my cooking too?"
Shen Yao also refilled Ji Ting'an's bowl of soup at the right time.
"Okay, okay, okay." Ji Ting'an finally calmed down and drank the soup with a smile.
However, when he took a sip of the soup, his eyes lit up.
"This soup? Why is it so fresh?"
