222: Miss Mu is being followed! _3

"Uncle Seven," Mu Qingli greeted as she walked over and sat down across from Fu Lanshen.

"I'm back." Fu Lanshen naturally swapped his plate with the empty one in front of Mu Qingli.

Mu Qingli, used to eating such "free meals," did not notice anything odd. After drizzling some fragrant vinegar on the shrimp, she began devouring it with gusto.

The sweet shrimp, dipped in vinegar, was springy and smooth, sour and juicy, making one unable to stop with just one bite.

After finishing the shrimp, Fu Lanshen served Mu Qingli a bowl of kelp and pig's trotter soup.

"This soup isn't tasty," Mu Qingli commented with a disgusted face after taking a sip.

"Let me try," said Fu Lanshen in a low tone.

Mu Qingli passed the bowl of pig's trotter soup she had just tasted to him, and Fu Lanshen drank all the soup in one breath, leaving Mu Qingli to realize something was amiss.

Why would Fu Lanshen drink the soup she had tasted?

And he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.