Yan Luoxi suffered from insomnia all night, yawning as she sent Xiaoling out the door and watched them enter the elevator. She turned and went back to her room, but soon after, the doorbell rang. She walked over to open it.
Li Yeqi stood outside the door, one hand casually in his pocket, the other holding a bowl. He handed her the bowl with a look of disdain. "Your cooking is just as unremarkable as it was five years ago."
Dark circles marred the area beneath Yan Luoxi's eyes, the way he called "Xixi" last night had disturbed her entire night's sleep. And now he had the audacity to criticize the hangover soup she made, truly no good deed goes unpunished.
She took the bowl, "If it's unremarkable, you don't have to drink it."
Li Yeqi looked at her indignant appearance and actually found it amusing. He said, "Can you cook congee? One bowl would be good for a hangover; my stomach feels very uncomfortable."
