"You made this soup yourself?" Ah Qi asked in surprise.
Su Qingnuan nodded and said softly, "It's my first time making soup. The auntie said it was okay, but I don't know if it tastes good or not..."
"It's fine." Ah Qi took the item, rare to see a faint smile on his face, "Your intentions will be felt by the Eldest Young Master."
"...Really?" Su Qingnuan looked at Ah Qi expectantly and asked cautiously, "Mr. Fu isn't the petty type, is he?"
"....."
Ah Qi paused for a moment, smiled helplessly, and carried the soup as he opened the door.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan dared not speak too much and followed behind Ah Qi into the room.
Fu Yihan was sitting in the living room. The living room, a mess from the night before, had been completely transformed, with even the sofa and table replaced.
"Eldest Young Master." Ah Qi walked over with the soup, speaking in a low voice, "This chicken soup was personally made for you by the Young Madam."
