The moment Yan Yuling swallowed the soup, she let out a satisfied sigh and said, "It's the taste. So delicious!"
Feeling curious, Feng Zhexuan also tried the soup. But unlike his wife, the moment he swallowed it, he was choked by the sourness. In an instant, he felt as if his tongue went numb and burned with pain.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Startled by his sudden coughing, Yan Yuling quickly poured water for him and asked, "Husband, are you alright?"
Feng Zhexuan drank the water and said hoarsely, "This soup is too sour."
Confused by his words, Yan Yuling tried the soup again and said, "It's not sour at all."
Although Feng Zhexuan had been choked by the soup, he was delighted. From his wife's behavior, he was sure she was pregnant. Otherwise, how could she eat something so sour?
Not long after, Aunt Chen came over holding a bowl of noodles and said, "Young master, your noodles."
"Thank you."
