An Nuo supported Murong Qiao's words.
However, as soon as the bright and rich fragrance of the soup wafted out, she couldn't help but secrete some saliva.
"I just ate but didn't eat my fill." An Nuo blushed. "Can I take a sip of this soup?"
It was just a bowl of soup. Besides, Murong Qiao had no intention of touching it.
Hence, after hearing An Nuo's words, she agreed casually.
"Just drink it." Murong Qiao waved her hand.
Following the principle of not wasting food, An Nuo opened the lid of the thermos and scooped a little with the soup spoon, taking a tentative sip.
"…Wu!"
Needless to say, it was quite delicious.
Her eyes widened slightly as she tasted the delicious taste jumping on her taste buds. She couldn't wait to take another sip.
An Nuo sighed. "I have to say, it's really good."
Hence, in the end, the soup carefully brewed by Nan Xuan was completely wiped out by An Nuo.
