C412 Unfavoured girl

Inside the old foreign house, Su Qing laid lazily on the imperial concubine's chair.

In the kitchen, a small fire was slowly simmering a pot of something unknown, and a fragrance was slowly wafting out.

It was a pot of soup that had to be stewed for a full seven days before it could come out.

With such a soft and gentle fire and so much water, he was not afraid of burning it dry