Carried Into the Cornfield
"Why did you come?" Jiang Yexun walked up to her; his tone heavy.
Su Xiaoxiao didn't care about his attitude. She squatted down, filled a bowl with sweet pear soup, and handed it to him.
"I missed you, so I came to see you. Don't you miss me?" she asked playfully.
He did! He missed her so much that it hurt!
Jiang Yexun clenched his teeth but didn't answer. He just obediently took the sweet soup she offered.
After taking a sip, he asked, "Why did you make this?"
"I wanted to make it for you myself. How is it? Is it delicious?" Su Xiaoxiao held her chin with one hand and looked at him with a playful expression, like a child waiting for praise.
Jiang Yexun's eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile. "It is," he nodded.
But just when Su Xiaoxiao was about to feel proud, she heard him continue, "But don't make it again in the future."
"You don't like it?" Su Xiaoxiao was a bit shocked. She had tasted it herself, and the auntie had enjoyed it too. The sweet soup tasted great.