Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
Amid the steam, he slowly turned around, tilting his head with a smile:
“Okay... by the way, is there chili?”
Rael was already wearing a cute cartoon apron, sleeves neatly rolled up to the elbows, and said,
“No.”
Leo looked disappointed. “Ah, no chili? What a pity. Remember to prepare some next time.”
He then opened the cupboard, took out two snow-white bowls, ladled out two bowls of fish soup, and placed the first one beside Rael. “Here, as usual, one bowl each. Drink it while it’s hot, noodles will be ready soon.”