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Yuan Sichun retracted her gaze and flashed the thermos flask in her hand.

"I personally brewed a pot of seafood mushroom soup this morning. It tastes pretty good, so I brought it over for you to try."

Old Master Bo laughed. "When did you become so virtuous?"

Yuan Sichun blushed. "Grandpa, don't tease me… I'll go to the kitchen to get a bowl! By the way, where's Brother Bo and Jinghang? Do they want to drink together?"

Just as he finished speaking, Bo Jinghang walked in with an ugly expression. Yuan Sichun greeted him casually, "Jinghang, I brought some mushroom soup. Do you want some?"

Bo Jinghang glanced at her coldly and said, "There are all kinds of chefs in the Bo family. Do they have to wait for you to cook whatever soup they want?"

The living room fell silent.

No one expected Bo Jinghang, who had always been easygoing, to suddenly make things difficult for someone.

Yuan Sichun's face turned pale from embarrassment.