He curved his lips into a smile, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at Ji Anning's rice bowl, from which she had only taken a few bites, and the soup that was half-drunk.
Feeling quite pleased, he picked up the bowl of bone broth, brought it to his lips, and took a whiff, then he lifted his other hand and, with slender fingers, gently picked up the soup spoon from the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his mouth.
He savored the taste with elegance, seeming as if he hadn't had his fill, and scooped another spoonful, continuing to drink.
At that moment, Wu Sao came in from outside and saw Ji Chicheng seated there, leisurely sipping his soup, and she was a bit surprised, "Young Master, you're still eating?"
Just now, even Ji Anning had left, so she thought there was no one in the dining room, and thus came in to check and get ready to order someone to clean up.
