Not long after Huo Heng left the main room, he saw a thin and small figure coming out of the kitchen.
The Xia family's house was housed in a rectangular courtyard.
After that figure came out of the kitchen in the main wing, she quietly went to the east wing.
Huo Heng followed her in his wheelchair.
The kitchen stove in the east wing was filled with chicken soup. The thin and small girl seemed to have squeezed something inside and stirred it with her chopsticks before she quietly left.
The girl did not go far and hid outside the kitchen.
Seeing the girl's actions, Huo Heng narrowed his long and charming eyes slightly.
Xia Furong, who was resting in her room, guessed that the chicken soup her mother had made for her was almost done. She walked to the kitchen and scooped a bowl for herself.
It was indeed the old hen her mother had brought back from her mother's house. The soup was really delicious.