Sniff, sniff. The taste was quite good.
Lu Shanhe said, "Manxi, can I have this bowl of chicken soup?"
Gu Manxi smiled and said, "Of course. Mr. Lu, please wait a moment. I'll heat it up for you."
Soon, a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup was served on the table. Lu Shanhe took a sip. The taste was delicious. The chicken soup was rich, and the taste of the Chinese medicine was not pungent.
Lu Shanhe gulped down the entire bowl and exclaimed, "Manxi, your culinary skills are getting better and better. I haven't tasted your chicken soup for a long time. I really miss those days."
Gu Manxi covered her mouth and laughed. She explained, "This is Song Chen's chicken soup."
Lu Shanhe: "..."
Is it too late to go to the toilet and spit it out now?