In the apartment, as soon as Qin Xi entered the door, she saw Ning Ze coming out of the kitchen holding a clay pot.
Ning Ze placed the clay pot on the table, looked at Qin Xi, and smiled, "Xi Xi, I've made soup for you. Sit down, I'll get the bowls."
He went back into the kitchen.
Qin Xi walked to the dining table, opened the lid of the clay pot, and found a pot of black chicken, yam, and red date soup. The sweet aroma of the dates mixed with chicken soup wafted over, smelling wonderful.
"Xi Xi, why are you standing? Quickly sit down." Ning Ze came out of the kitchen holding bowls and a spoon.
He served two bowls of soup, one for Qin Xi and one for himself.
"Try it and see if it's good."
Ning Ze looked at her intensely, his eyes full of anticipation.
Qin Xi looked at the bowl of soup beside her hand, and suddenly felt uneasy.
Making such a large pot of soup must have taken quite a bit of time. Did he come here this afternoon?
