Yan Xuefei had prepared an incredibly lavish dinner: sweet and sour ribs, steamed bass, vegetarian "Luohan," and lotus pond stir-fry...
In the end, there was also a radish and rib soup.
"It took me two hours to make this rib soup, and I was thinking, 'Oh no, it's going to be too late for dinner.' I didn't expect you to come back so late," Yan Xuefei said with a smile to Su Lingyu.
She served the soup for everyone, first handing a bowl to Bai Xiaosheng, saying, "Here you go."
"Thank you, Aunt Yan." Bai Xiaosheng smiled, accepting it with both hands.
The soup was light and not greasy, not too thick or too strong, yet it was fragrant and tantalizing, a real appetite stimulator.
"Xiaoyu, how should I address your friend?" Yan Xuefei asked with a smile.
"My name is Bai Xiaosheng, you can just call me Sheng," Bai Xiaosheng volunteered.
"Alright, Sheng, don't be formal here, make yourself at home," Yan Xuefei said gently.
