Ye Anran stood up and lifted the lid of the pot, a rich fragrance immediately assaulting her nostrils.
But why does this scent... seem so similar to the soups she had the first time she came here?
And there was also a hint of something, a faint... medicinal fragrance?
Ye Anran blinked and looked towards Uncle Bo.
"What is it?" Bo Jinyu happened to look up and, seeing her gaze, asked with slight puzzlement.
"It's nothing, I was just wanting to ask if you ordered these dishes?" Ye Anran inquired.
Bo Jinyu nodded: "Mm, I had Yang Zi arrange to make them according to your preferences."
"Oh, I see," Ye Anran replied awkwardly and said nothing more, taking the bone china ladle to serve him soup.
She specifically scooped around, fishing out several pieces of the ingredients from within.
In her heart, she mused: She just knew there was a reason Uncle Bo was so vigorous and spirited; he must have been drinking this quite often behind her back.
Now, he even directly ordered it.
