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Xu Meihong sat next to Yan Zao, "You love pork bone soup, and these mushrooms were picked from the mountains ourselves last time we went back to your dad's hometown. I'll stew some more and bring it over tomorrow."
Yan Zao paused as she was drinking the soup, looking down into the bowl.
Lan Mu suddenly spoke up, "This soup is quite good."
Meaning he liked it.
Xu Meihong hadn't expected Lan Mu to actually like the soup she made, and she wished she could go and cook a large pot to bring over right then.
She nodded excitedly, "If you like it, that's great. I'll stew some more and bring it over tomorrow."
Yan Zao turned her head and looked at Lan Mu with a slight frown.
He was never that particular about food, not that he wasn't particular, it's just that he usually had work meals and never mentioned liking anything in particular, only the things he didn't like.
This was the first time she heard him praise food.
She found it a bit strange.
