"You're back too," Su Yanyi responded, her expression quite soft. She walked over to Qin Jiran and asked naturally, "What soup did you make? It smells really good."
"Ginseng Matsutake Soup. Mom sent over some ginseng, saying it was for both of us to replenish our health. I thought it looked good, so I stewed it. I made a lot, so I'm going to send some over to grandpa and our parents later," Qin Jiran had just tasted it and found it to be quite good. He was thinking of sending some to the elders to try as well.
"Mm, good. Is there anything else I can help with? I'll help you," Su Yanyi, who was now quite adept at cooking, offered her help, even though she rarely did so. However, seeing her husband in such a domesticated state naturally gave her the urge to join in cooking together.
"There's nothing much left to do. All the dishes are ready. Why don't you help me carry them out, and I'll serve the soup," Qin Jiran said with a smile, finding for Yanyi the lightest task.
