Mu Shaoci gulped down the sour plum soup in the bowl and placed it on the coffee table.
He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Soon, the scent of noodles wafted from the kitchen.
Mu Shaoci opened his eyes and looked toward the kitchen, only to see Shen Lu touching her ears, probably because she had burned herself.
Mu Shaoci scoffed, "What a fool!"
He stood up and strode into the kitchen, "Just leave it there."
Shen Lu uttered a sound of acknowledgment, stood to the side, and then busily handed over chopsticks and a spoon, "Please have a taste."
Looking at the steaming vegetable noodles, Mu Shaoci felt particularly hungry.
He stood in front of the glass counter, took the chopsticks and soup, bent down to blow on it, and started eating the noodles.
The taste was surprisingly good, and just like the Sobering-up Soup, it was impressively delicious.
Mu Shaoci finished one bowl and then another, finally drinking even the soup.
"President Mu, are you full now?"
