Liang Qiong immediately saw through the deception. "Then spit out the gum in your mouth, rinse your mouth, and then taste it again."

Xia Nuan's soup tastes good. She said it tasted bad because she was chewing gum.

A few minutes later, Xia Nuan scooped out a small spoonful and put it in her mouth again.

At that moment, she was stunned by her own skill.

"Aunt Liang, I did it."

"This soup is so delicious!"

"Yes, it tastes even better than what I make."

Xia Nuan was just feeling self-doubt, but when she tasted the soup again, it was surprisingly delicious.

Liang Qiong's lips curled up.

This was the first time she had seen Xia Nuan so happy, like a child, over a small bowl of soup.

Xia Nuan smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"Jing-jie is coming over later, let's use her as a test subject first."

Liang Qiong's lips curled up, thinking that if Jing Yatou found out, she would scold Xia Nuan to death.

"Fortunately, the soup was really good, even better than that of hotels outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing walked in wearing high heels and carrying a designer handbag.

As soon as I entered, I saw Xia Nuan standing in the restaurant wearing a pink floral apron, her joy impossible to hide.

This made her even happier than if she had won a major award.

"Is the sun rising in the west?"

"I must say, you actually look quite good in this floral dress."

"Hey, what smells so good?"

"We're so lucky to have Aunt Liang here."

Liang Qiong stepped forward and took the bag from Li Jing, her movements practiced and swift.

Li Jing naturally handed over the bag.

This is the tacit understanding between acquaintances.

"I'll prepare some chicken soup for you."

“Me?” Li Jing pointed to her own nose.

"You made chicken soup?"

"Are you sure it's not something else?"