C137 I Can't Blame Him

Ji Qing removed the lid and stirred the soup with a spoon, letting out a "gu gu gu gu" sound from the soup pot on the stove while the fragrance of chicken soup wafted into her nostrils.

"Yo, it smells so good." Ye Xin walked into the kitchen and patted Ji Qing's back with her hand. "Little girl, you've stewed chicken soup today."

"Give you a bowl?" Ji Qing glanced back and smiled