His Words Mean Nothing

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In the kitchen. 

The firewood in the stove was still warm, and even after a long time, the chicken soup was still steaming hot.

Xu Tumi took the big spoon Xiang Yi gave her, puffed and blew the soup a few times before downing it in one gulp. It was so fresh and delicious that she clenched her fists.

The fattiest parts under the skin of the old hen were removed before cooking, and freshly picked mushrooms were added to absorb the oil. Hence, the soup was not greasy at all.

The red dates and wolfberries not only added a splash of color to the chicken soup, but also the right amount of sweetness.

After drinking the soup, she took a bite of the juicy mushroom that was filled with the rich chicken broth. It was as if fireworks exploded in her brain . 

'So fragrant!' She thought, summarizing her emotions into two words!