"I want to know."
"Of course, Xiao Xi's soup tastes better."
"Why?" Si Wen continued to ask.
"You can save that question for your future boyfriend. Of course, Xiao Xi will absolutely not make soup for your boyfriend. The soup she makes is for me, and only me, to drink."
"Then don't drink it." Si Wen reached out to snatch the soup from Xue Yang's hand.
Xue Yang easily dodged her claws. "How could I return something that's already at my lips?"
Having said that, he finished the soup in one gulp and handed her the empty bowl.
"Lin Xi, do something about him!"
Lin Xi was just setting out Xue Yang's meal on the side, paying no mind to their bickering.
Xue Yang said proudly, "Xiao Xi is on my side. How could she possibly help you? Of course she's helping me."
Work was a bit boring anyway, so teasing Si Wen was proving to be quite fun.
"You two just wait. Once I find a boyfriend, you'll see how wrong you are."
