Her angry look became another kind of charm in Shen Yao's eyes.
"It seems that Zhaozhao isn't tired?"
"No!" Ji Zhao snapped out of her daze.
Knock knock—
There was a sudden knock on the door. Zhao Lanhua, who was waiting outside, asked with concern, "Ah Tao, are you awake? Mother has made ginseng black chicken soup. Drink a bowl while it's hot."
"Okay, coming!"
A moment later, Ji Zhao sat obediently at the table in the central room. She carefully savored the black chicken soup that Zhao Lanhua had meticulously brewed. Then, she gave her a thumbs up from the bottom of her heart and praised her generously, "Mother, your cooking is really amazing! This bowl of black chicken soup is really fresh!"
"Drink more if you like it," Zhao Lanhua said happily. "I see that you haven't been looking too good recently. Third Brother doesn't know how to dote on his wife at all!"
