Xia Xibei's expression became a bit complicated as she looked at the soup in front of her.
This was a cup of medicinal soup, and with Xia Xibei's skill, she could easily tell the medicinal materials used to make it.
She knew that the purpose of this soup was to nourish the yin and replenish blood, most likely made with advice from a Chinese doctor with advanced medical skills. This was suitable for her to drink now.
After the manager finished speaking, he made everyone else leave the room.
"You had it prepared in advance?"
Xia Xibei knew that this pot of soup must have taken at least two hours to simmer.
"Yes," Qiao Yanjue nodded.
"You were so sure I would come with you?"
"I wasn't," he said with a smile. "If you didn't have the time to come over, I'd have taken it to you." Adding some food to Xia Xibei's bowl, he continued, "Eat. You have been in class all morning. You must be hungry."
