***
Qiao Chutian followed her downstairs.
Auntie Zhang had already prepared the meal.
The two sat at the dining table.
To Xiaomai's surprise, Qiao Chutian took the initiative to serve her a bowl of soup, "You just recovered from an illness, drink more soup to replenish your body."
"Thanks."
Xiaomai wasn't shy and began sipping the soup.
After finishing it, she was already feeling full and set down the bowl without touching the chopsticks.
"Not eating?"
Noticing that her appetite was different from usual, Qiao Chutian also put down his eating utensils and asked.
"I'm full, you go ahead and eat."
Xiaomai said.
"Normally, you, a foodie, need at least two bowls of soup and two bowls of rice, along with countless meat dishes before you're full. Now, you're full after just one bowl of soup? That's not scientific, you must be waiting for me to serve you, right? Well, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll serve you the food, the crayfish, your favorite..."
