Thankfully, Xia Qingqian was definitely not acting weird, and softly asked, "Yao?"
Beitang Yao then woke up from his daze, released her, took her hand, and left the kitchen, gently saying, "Let's eat together." He was hungry too; he hadn't eaten anything at the company because he wanted to keep his stomach empty for the dinner she cooked for him.
The servant had already placed each dish Xia Qingqian made on the table, and Sister Huan scooped two bowls of soup and set them aside at the dining table.
"What kind of soup is this?" A rich aroma wafted over, making his stomach rumble.
