"Come on, have some more chicken soup." Zhang Ma brought the black chicken soup to Xia Lu.
Xia Lu was puzzled, wondering about the promised beef stew. She couldn't even see a trace of beef among the many dishes on the table.
Looking up, Zhou Mingchen was leisurely reaching out with his chopsticks to the various dishes, eating with relish.
"Ma'am, is the chicken soup to your liking?"
"Yes, yes, everything Zhang Ma makes is good." Xia Lu nodded frequently, lavishing praise.
Zhou Mingchen didn't even lift his eyelid, thinking she was so good at acting, it was a pity she wasn't an actress.
Half an hour earlier.
Xia Lu walked in, wearing high heels and carrying bags big and small.
"Zhang Ma, please help me with these."
Zhang Ma quickly came out and took the things from Xia Lu's hands. "Ma'am, you must have been tired from buying so many things. Please sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."
