C229 Hypocrite

Artificials.

"What kind of soup are you stewing? It smells fishy!" The old man took the soup and placed it in front of his nose to smell it. His tone was filled with disdain.

"Rib Bone Soup!" Before sending it over, Yan Xiruo had tasted it personally. The taste was not bad.

But because the old man's health was not good, Yan Xiruo did not argue with her.

"For the rib soup to be made like this