GULP, GULP, GULP...
Lin Li picked up the bowl of delicious chicken soup before him and quickly downed it all.
Seeing that Lin Li had finished his soup, Qin Muqing swallowed the food in her mouth. Thinking of getting him his sixth bowl, she said, "Mr. Lin, give me your bowl! I'll go get you another."
"Thank you, but no need. I'm already full," Lin Li said with a smile, feeling about seventy percent full. He then stood up, gathered his bowl and chopsticks, and prepared to take them to the kitchen.
"Don't move. Leave them, I'll clean up," Qin Muqing said, quickly putting down her chopsticks and standing up when she saw what Lin Li was doing.
Although she had lived a life of luxury back home with countless servants to wait on her, things were completely different now that she had run away. Qin Muqing was very clear about what her current situation demanded of her.
