Summer heat made greasy food unappealing, but the rib soup before her was different, with the sweet corn and Hu Qi Mountain's special Spiritual Tomatoes.
The soup was extremely fresh and sweet; the fragrant aroma lingered at Xue Chuchu's nose, making her pretty little nose quiver.
Xue Yuantong finally experienced the joy that came from teasing Chuchu.
Smelling the aroma, with ripples moving in her clear eyes, Chuchu's lips, which were originally open, gradually closed and she pouted slightly, a rare sight.
Xue Yuantong's eyes curved in mirth, her face lighting up with a mischievous smile.
"Hahaha, Chuchu, isn't it fragrant?"
"It smells good, right!"
Xue Yuantong couldn't contain her delight.
Jiang Ning lightly coughed nearby, feeling that considering Chuchu's personality, she would probably find it difficult to accept this kind of thing.
However, the next moment.
