After hesitating for a moment, Mu Keren obediently took a seat beside Huang Qingtian.
Soon, Huang Qingtian's large palm rested on her waist, pulling her into his embrace, "What's the matter? Did something unhappy happen today?"
The tiny person he questioned forced a laugh and told Huang Qingtian, "No, nothing unhappy!"
The little one thought that simply smiling could cover up her chaotic emotions.
Little did she know that she was like a blank piece of paper to Huang Qingtian.
Once she felt unhappy, it would show on that paper.
However, out of respect for her, Huang Qingtian did not directly expose her.
"If there's nothing unhappy, then you should drink more of tonight's crucian carp soup!" Pinching her slender little hand, Huang Qingtian said.
Huang Qingtian quickly took her to the dining table and served her a bowl of creamy fish soup.
"Try it and see how it tastes!"
Actually, it was also the first time Huang Qingtian had made crucian carp soup.