Chapter 700： How willing to waste!

She also drank a little in the villa, and it tasted really good, although it was not as good as that made by Qiao Weiwei!

In fact, the last time she cooked soup for him, only that he proposed to her that night and was taken to the Peak Hotel.

So those soups are also wasted!

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Listening to her words, Jiang Beihan's eyes couldn't help but stop at the insulation box on her hand.

Is it the soup she made for him?

Did she come here specifically to give him soup?

In my heart, a warm current passes ...

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At this time, Song Wenxin held the insulation box and sat down on the sofa aside. Then he placed the insulation box on the coffee table, opened it, and helped him to make soup!

After hearing what he said, Jiang Beihan tickled his thin lips, then quickly walked over and sat down beside her.

Song Wenxin had a bowl of soup. He was about to say that when it was cold and then drank, Jiangbeihan didn't care to reach out and raised the bowl, and took a big sip.

After drinking it, he didn't even frown, and aftertaste the taste of soup.

Although it is not the best taste, but just taste it, Jiangbeihan fell in love with this taste.

In my mind, memories of ten years ago suddenly appeared.

At that time, his mother boiled soup for the old man, but he never tasted it, and was eventually dumped by Mrs. Jiang!

Every time, the mother would hide in the room and cry.

He might not have understood why the old man was so ruthless towards his mother!

At this point, he seemed to understand something.

If it is the soup that your favorite person cooks for him, how can he be willing to waste it!

Thinking, Jiangbeihan drank two more sips of soup!

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"Isn't it hot?" Seeing his rush, Song Wenxin couldn't help it, and asked him in doubt.

The bowl was steaming all the time ... wasn't he afraid of hot?

"Would you like to help me?" Jiang Beihan put down his bowl and suddenly looked at her with an ambiguous expression, deliberately brought his face over and asked in a low voice.

Song Wenxin was taken aback by his actions, and quickly shrank back ...

In my mind, I remembered that she had been burned before and he wanted to help her blow her lips.

She skimmed her lips and turned her eyes to the soup bowl.

"I'll help you with the soup ..."

As she said, she lowered her head and helped him breathe into the soup bowl.

Looking at her behavior, Jiangbei's cold and stern face softened a little.

"Why don't you ask me if I can drink it?" He pursed his lips, stared at the soup in the bowl for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked her.

"Anyway, I don't know the answer, I have something to ask." Song Wenxin shrugged and said helplessly.

She knew that even if she asked, his answer was just good, or okay ...

Anyway, I know the answer. If you don't ask, what's the difference?

"How do you know the answer if you don't ask?" Jiang Beihan frowned, and she was so sure of his answer.

When he said that, Song Wenxin couldn't help wondering. Will his answer be different this time?

Thinking, she moved her body, sat down on the sofa, and looked at him expectantly.

"Well, then I ask you, is this soup delicious?"

"It's delicious." He answered without hesitation.

The expression on Song Wenxin's face was a little surprised ...

He really gave a different answer this time, which was neither good nor okay.

But delicious!