Shen Yan stirred the milk-flavored oatmeal with a spoon. She took a bite and put it into her mouth. The sweet and soft taste spread through her mouth. It was exactly the flavor that she liked the most.
Shen Yan picked up a soup dumpling with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. A smile appeared on her face.
"This soup dumpling is really delicious," Shen Yan looked at Fu Hang with a smile and said softly.
"Huh?" Fu hang was expressionless, but there was a smile in his eyes. He looked at Shen Yan without blinking.
Shen Yan nodded. "It's my favorite flavor."
"When did they sell soup dumplings downstairs? Why haven't I seen it before? Which store is it? I'll buy it myself later." Shen Yan looked at him without blinking and said calmly.
"Then I'll make them for you next time."
Shen Yan was slightly stunned. She looked at Fu Hang in disbelief, her face full of surprise.
