How Long Have You Been Staring At Her? Have You Fallen For Her?

"Boss, can you give us two of those soup dumplings? Yahan wants to try them."

Ye Erruo placed the dumplings on a plate before passing it to a servant behind her. "Bring it over to our guest."

"Yes, Young Madam."

By now, her husband's forehead was creased and crumpled, his sulky dissatisfaction shining from the depths of his orbs.

Naturally, she could sense the emotions brewing within him, so she comforted him by holding his hand under the table while she scooped food onto his plate with her other hand. "Eat. I've brewed chicken soup for you and I'll scoop some over for you later."

Only then did his sullen look recede a little.

"The chicken soup I brewed you previously tasted funny, so I attempted to make it again. I've tasted it. This time, it tastes very refreshing."

As soon as her words echoed, a maid served up the aforementioned chicken soup to them. A strong, lingering fragrance wafted out the moment the lid was removed from the pot.