Song Qiaoen stayed in the villa. She didn't have to worry about anything.
From the bedroom to the living room, the floor was even smoother than her face. The furniture was made of French sandalwood, and the faint fragrance it emitted always stimulated one's appetite.
The alarm rang, and her body squirmed under the silk blanket. Then, she lazily stretched out a hand and forcefully turned off the button.
" Hmm…" Song Qiaoen stretched and got up reluctantly.
If Yang Shuo hadn't told her beforehand that Fang Han's biological clock was very accurate and she would wake up punctually at seven every morning, she really wouldn't have wanted to leave her warm bed.
Forget it…for the sake of this Holy War, I'll go all out!
Barefooted and covering her face, the girl went to brush her teeth dejectedly. Then, she simply tied her hair up, leaving some bangs on her forehead and applied some lip gloss at the same time.
She wasn't fully awake and her steps were still a little shaky. The straps of her nightdress hung down to her shoulders. Maid Ru was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of tremella soup in her hand. She was very careful.
He placed it on the table and greeted her with a smile." Miss Fang, come and try it. Sir instructed me to make this especially for you."”
Song Qiaoen replied lazily with an " Mm." He rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his shoes, and walked to the dining table.
But wait-what did she miss?
"Le Tingchen asked you to make it for me?”As soon as he said that, he suddenly realized that he had addressed him wrongly. Song Qiaoen quickly corrected himself." Oh, no, Tingchen? he even
When did he give the order? Did he come back? When did he come back? Are you leaving now?"
She had been here for three days, but she had not seen him once.
Mama Ru was curious about the " Le Tingchen " that Song Qiaoen had blurted out earlier, but seeing the genuine concern in her eyes, she felt a little more at ease." Sir," she said.
He didn't come back, but he called and asked me to remember to make tremella soup for Miss Fang…"
"..." His hopes were dashed, and Song Qiaoen's heart was filled with an unknown sourness. After nodding, he casually stirred the white fungus soup with a spoon.
She took a sip. The taste was a little sweet and a little greasy. In short, it was not the kind she liked. However, she still braced herself and said happily," It's quite good…"
"Of course. I also added a little rock sugar in this white fungus soup, but I didn't dare to add too much. I know that Miss Fang is a dancer and I'm afraid that her figure will be deformed...
”
Mama Ru smiled as she looked at Song Qiaoen, who was drinking his soup." Miss Fang, Mr. Le is really meticulous with you.”
She didn't know if it was because Mother Ru wanted to find some common topics to talk about with her, or if she was really feeling emotional from the bottom of her heart, but the wrinkles on her face were full of smiles." Sir, really?"
I love Miss Fang very much."
Song Qiaoen listened absent-mindedly and swallowed the tremella in the bowl. He pretended to say unintentionally," Oh right, Mama Ru, put more tremella next time."
Candies are fine too…Or, make blood swallow porridge…Hehe, I like to drink that.”
The girl's red lips curled up. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but she deliberately revealed some information as a small revenge.
"Eh?" Mama Ru was obviously stunned.
One had to know that blood swallow's nests were not something that ordinary families could afford. A high-quality blood swallow's nest would cost at least tens of thousands, and there were even hundreds of thousands to millions.
Why did the girl sitting in front of her say it so easily without any hesitation?
She had heard Le Tingchen mention Fang Han briefly before. How could a child from an ordinary family afford to eat bird's nest?
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