Huang Yueli raised her eyebrows and with an expression full of distrust, she said, "Oh? Really? Could it be because someone spent hours making you some nourishing soup, which moved you? Speaking of which, the soup was accidentally spilled! It's really a pity. If you still want to drink, you can ask someone to tell her! I guarantee that she will happily make another batch and bring it to you."
Li Moying looked at her with her chin raised, obviously the sourness in her words was about to overflow, but she still had a proud expression on her face. He couldn't help but feel amused.
"Little Li'er, what are you talking about? I only eat the dishes cooked by you alone! Dishes that are given by other women, I'll just toss it without any discussion! Didn't I just toss her soup?"
Thinking of Li Moying's sudden anger at that time, Huang Yueli finally felt a little better, and glanced at him, "Hmph, you're right!"
