Not long after, Lu Huai'an came out carrying a pot of black-bone chicken soup.
He used a dish towel to carry a heavy clay pot, and the rich aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the entire living room. The clay pot looked heavy, with steam billowing upward in white wisps.
Lin Jiayu, sitting on the sofa, was immediately drawn to the fragrance, her eyes sparkling as she looked over. "Is the soup ready?" She started to get up, but her gaze fell on Lu Huai'an's hands holding the clay pot, and she froze.
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