Shen Chi sneered coldly, "All you could make is a tomato and egg soup, and you still managed to mess it up, Dabai wouldn't even eat it."
"..." Butler Ling's face was lined with embarrassment, "Then Young Master Shen, I'll throw this soup away and make you a new one."
After finishing speaking, Butler Ling went to pick up the soup bowl.
The soup was still hot. Butler Ling picked it up and sighed, "Chaomu put a lot of effort into it, nearly slicing her finger while cutting the tomatoes."
"That's because she's clumsy."
"Uh..." Butler Ling was at a loss for words.
She had no choice but to carry the soup bowl and prepare to leave, having said her pleasantries, but Shen Chi seemed truly unappreciative.
In fact, she wasn't telling a lie; today, when Xu Chaomu went to make the soup in the kitchen, she was so excited that she almost cut her finger.
It pained her heart for a while, but Xu Chaomu still seriously finished making the soup.