"Ah! Shuyi, you..."
Zhang Xiaofan's reaction was pronounced.
Despite all the thinking, he had not expected to be "'tricked'" by Zhou Shuyi.
But since Zhang Xiaofan had never had this soup before, it was normal to be "'tricked'".
"Glug!"
Thinking about the soup he had just drunk, and with Zhou Shuyi standing right beside him now,
Zhang Xiaofan felt a bit nervous.
It was as if he wanted to specifically recall the taste of the soup.
"Xiaofan… I'm sorry..."
"I heard from Zhao Tieniu that you've been running around for the past few days and it has been quite exhausting, so I thought this soup should be as nutritious as milk, which is why I brought you a big cup to drink,"
Zhou Shuyi said with her face flushed and head lowered.
She was somewhat shy and also a little afraid that Zhang Xiaofan would blame her.
Hearing Zhou Shuyi's words, Zhang Xiaofan actually understood.
