However, Ye Sijue was bossy. "Eat. Ignore her, she's only been scalded a little; it's not serious."
He said this as he cooled the soup in his bowl before placing it in front of her.
"Have some soup first."
Mo Xiaomeng hesitated. However, she had no choice but to drink the soup under Ye Sijue's insistent gaze.
The temperature of the soup was just right. It was a little hot, but felt warm to her stomach when she swallowed it.
Also, the soup was delicious.
Actually, Mo Xiaomeng was already hungry since a long time ago. Her stomach had grumbled a few times after she had sat down. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had much for lunch, and had stayed in the study the entire afternoon and fell asleep while reading a book.
After finishing the bowl of soup, Mo Xiaomeng's stomach felt much better and didn't grumble anymore.
She looked up at him.