After getting a glimpse of Beijing's wealthy circles, Tang Su knew that for someone like Jiang Shanshan, whose family ran a seafood business, they weren't really that rich.
They couldn't even be considered high-income, at most they were middle class.
"First, enjoy your meal, let someone else handle other matters, here, have some duck soup." Lu Han still took the phone from her hand, set it aside, and ladled her a bowl of duck soup.
The abalone duck soup that Lu Han made in the pressure cooker had no other ingredients added; the soup was clear and the flavor was fresh. He had tasted it while in the kitchen just now, and it was very delicious.
Tang Su slurped several mouthfuls hungrily, eating both the abalone and the duck meat.
The duck meat was neither tough nor dry, and with a dip in Lu Han's secret homemade sauce, the flavor was heavenly.
"Is it good?"
