Just as she was thinking, she saw Aunt Wang bringing over a tureen, her eyes crinkled with smiles: "Madam, there's still some soup here, do try it."
With that, she served a bowl of soup to Maya Monroe.
Maya accepted it: "Thank you."
Her eyes examined the slightly murky soup base, somehow feeling the color combination this time was a bit strange...
Ian Rowe lightly coughed, his expression somewhat unnatural: "It won't be as tasty once it gets cold, go ahead and try it."
Maya nodded, casually picking up a piece of meat and putting it into her mouth to chew.
Ian's movements paused, his gaze focused on Maya, watching her slowly chew with her lips still looking radiant.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, a hint of barely discernible anxiety in his eyes: "How does it taste?"
