Li Shiheng smelled the scent of Longan Soup and suddenly grabbed Su Youxue's hand. He said: "Stay."
Su Youxue could hardly hide her surprise, fortunately, she was facing away from Li Shiheng, so her expression went unnoticed.
She turned around, looking back at Li Shiheng, and uncertainly asked, "Mr. Li, do you want me to stay?"
Li Shiheng did not speak, but just slightly tightened his grip on her wrist, indicating her to sit down.
It was Su Youxue's first time cooking, and although she wasn't born into a highly affluent family, she was also one who's hands had never touched spring water.
This self-made sweet soup probably didn't taste good, but Li Shiheng drank an entire bowl before setting down the bowl.
He asked himself how he thought of making this.
Su Youxue, of course, couldn't mention that it was Zhuang Jie Ning who had hinted at it, thus she could only say it was a spontaneous idea.
