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Because of the layer of oil on top, the soup stayed warm even after sitting for over an hour.
Realizing his young wife's usual habits, he immediately knew that when she said she couldn't drink it, she really couldn't, and she wasn't just making it up.
"Silly girl, if you don't like the layer of oil on the soup, next time we'll just ask Mom to skim it off for you."
Xie Jingchen, seeing this, could only take the soup pot from his wife's hands and use the ladle to personally scrape off the chicken fat, spoon by spoon, pouring it into his own bowl.
This layer of fat was actually a delicacy, and not wanting to waste it, Xie Jingchen directly mixed the chicken fat with his rice. After giving his wife the fat-skimmed chicken soup, he mixed everything left on his plate together and devoured it.