Smelling the fragrance of the soup in the kitchen, Qin Siyao sat down on a chair and asked Uncle Lee, who was packing up his stuff not far away.
"It's like this, mister. Seeing that you've been in a bad mood lately, I got someone to buy you a black chicken and a good ginseng from abroad. This is to make you a stew."
Uncle Lee replied respectfully. Then, he took out the black chicken soup from the kitchen and placed it in front of Qin Siyao.
"Yes, it tastes good. Is there anything else?"
Qin Siyao raised her head and looked at Uncle Lee, asking him if he still had any chicken soup left. After having a sip, Qin Siyao felt that the soup tasted very good. She thought that she could send some to Jiang Huanyan. Perhaps, she could use the excuse of serving the soup to chat with Jiang Huanyan about what happened that morning.
"Also, do you want to drink?"