Su Baishi was increasingly pleased with what she saw.
If it weren't for his leg injury, with his looks and skills, he and his daughter would have been a match made in heaven.
Compared to that ungrateful Feng Zicai, they are worlds apart.
What a pity.
Su Hua watched her mother nod and shake her head, and her lips twitched slightly. She wondered what interesting thing the old lady had thought of this time.
However, Xiao Jinhan, who was standing next to Su Baishi, did not touch his chopsticks for a long time.
"If you don't like this pork tripe and chicken soup, then eat more wild boar meat," Su Hua said, and then tried to give him a new bowl.
After all, the people here have never eaten offal, so it's understandable that he dislikes it.
However, when she reached out, she found nothing.
Looking up, one could see that the man's eyes, which were usually shrouded in mist, were now filled with a smile. He held the soup bowl to his lips, his handsome lips moving slightly, and the milky white soup in the bowl gradually decreased.
A little soup dripped from his lips and landed right on his prominent Adam's apple.
The clash between white and red has an indescribable allure.
"Thank you, Miss Su, this soup is delicious."
A deep, masculine voice rang out.
Su Hua looked up and caught a glimpse of the mischievous glint in the man's eyes.
"Drink more if you like." The girl smiled, took a sip of the soup, seemingly unfazed by being caught peeking at a beautiful woman. "Indeed, it's fresh, fragrant, and delicious. It's truly a masterpiece of pheasant and wild boar tripe. It's wonderful..."
But as she looked down, she missed the man's mischievous question.
After finishing a bowl of pork tripe and chicken soup, he regained some feeling in his right leg.
I could actually feel the pain.
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