Mu Anran was stunned for a moment, but obediently picked it up and sipped a little.
It tasted really good.
After finishing a bowl of chicken soup, Yu Lingqian served her another bowl and placed it in front of her.
Mu Anran wanted to ask but didn't dare to speak up, so she braced herself and drank another bowl.
As Yu Lingqian began to serve the third bowl, Mu Anran finally mustered a feeble protest, "Young Master Yu, can I have some rice? If I keep drinking like this, I'm going to be stuffed."
Yu Lingqian glanced at her and put the bowl down.
Then he sat back down, picked up the document next to him, and began to read.
While eating the dishes she had made, Mu Anran stole glances at him. "Young Master Yu, you haven't eaten much tonight, shall I order some takeout for you?"
As she spoke, she was about to put down her chopsticks.
But before she could even stand up, Yu Lingqian shot her a sharp look, "Sit down and finish all these dishes."