As expected, the moment she walked inside, she saw Ling Zihan busy tending the fire and cooking.
"I stewed some chicken soup for you. I figured you must be tired of eating nothing but roasted chicken, so I wanted to give you a change of pace."
Ling Zihan’s expression was indulgent, his gaze filled with affection. Fu Yurou felt there was something strange about the way he was looking at her. However, she was too lazy to overthink it; she turned to look at the chicken in the clay pot and reached out a hand.
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