Zhou Yaling blinked, not quite understanding what her brother meant.
Could it be that Su Wenyan isn't on a business trip?
......
In the evening, dinner was once again cooked by Mo Jingchun. According to Zhou Yaling, she was still a wounded soldier, and the scar on her hand shouldn't be exposed to much water.
Mo Jingchun naturally... believed Zhou Yaling's nonsense.
Alright, who's to say, he is her brother. While he might tease his sister on regular days, at crucial moments, he still cared for her.
Looking at the stewed old hen soup in the middle of the dining table, Zhou Yaling suddenly lost her appetite.
"Bro, how come it's old hen soup again, there's such a thick layer of oil on top."
"The same? It's not the same, I added shiitake mushrooms, the taste will surely be different, try if you don't believe me."
As for the layer of oil Zhou Yaling disdained, Mo Jingchun nonchalantly scooped it into his bowl with a ladle, blew on it, and took a sip.
