Xu Musen opened the lunchbox, and instantly the enticing aroma wafted through the room, accompanied by a specially prepared soup of red dates and ginseng.
Liu Rushuang looked at the meal he had prepared, then glanced at the time. It seemed that right after Xu Musen hung up the phone, he must have started getting it ready.
She felt a warmth in her heart, "You kid, didn't you just say there were people here specifically to cook?"
"Because I know that Ming Yue doesn't have the habit of taking a nap at lunch, and she wouldn't just not answer my calls. So, it must be because she's not feeling well. When she's unwell, besides the meals I make, she doesn't fancy eating anyone else's cooking."
Xu Musen brought out all the prepared dishes. This mother and daughter had different tastes, so Xu Musen had made two different dishes each that they both liked.
