"Wait a moment!"

Shen Moran just picked up the spoon and prepared to serve the soup, but Su Qingyue stopped him.

The girl was obviously startled by the sudden movement. She turned her eyes and looked in the direction of Su Qingyue, blinking in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Shen Moran was completely puzzled.

Just a soup, is there any special sense of ritual?

The key is that Su Qingyue’s grandmother stewed her favorite lotus root and rib soup. The moment the lid was opened, Shen Moran smelled a scent that made her salivate.

Faced with such delicious food, she could no longer control her appetite.

So Su Qingyue's sudden call made her feel a little disappointed.

Su Qingyue also realized her impulse and looked embarrassed. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"It's too hot to drink the soup now, you can drink it later." She smiled slightly and spoke with concern.

Hearing this, Shen Moran breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it was something! It doesn't matter, I can drink it slowly."

As she said that, she smiled and continued to pick up the spoon to serve the soup.

But he didn't notice that Su Qingyue clenched his fingers hard, as if he was enduring something.

"Qingyue, grandma's cooking skills are really good. The steamed dumplings and soup are no worse than those in star-rated hotels."

Shen Moran turned his eyes to look at Su Qingyue and said sincerely: "I really envy you! I have grandma who makes breakfast and stews soup for you."

As she spoke, the light in her eyes was obviously dimmed a little.

She is from another world. Although she also has relatives in this world, there is no way to compare with the closest relatives in the real world.

Moreover, even in the real world, her grandmother has left her forever.

Shen Moran has a good relationship with her grandmother. When she was a child, she would live at her grandmother's house every summer vacation.

She likes to eat the rice cooked by her grandmother, and always feels that other delicacies cannot replace.

Later, when my grandmother passed away, she never tasted that smell again...

Looking at the sadness in Shen Moran's eyes inadvertently, Su Qingyue stumbled and said:

"My grandma is your grandma. You can go to my grandma's house to have dinner at any time."

"This is what you said. You can't think I'm annoyed!"

The girl instantly returned to her original spirit.

Su Qingyue was stunned and saw that Shen Moran had slowly started drinking the soup.

She knows her lifestyle very well and knows that she loves to drink soup, especially lotus root ribs and tomato brisket.

So as long as it is one of these two kinds of soups, whether hungry or not, Shen Moran will taste it.

Therefore, Su Qingyue asked his grandmother, who was very experienced in stewing soup, to stew this lotus root and rib soup.

Drinking soup when she wakes up in the morning is actually a bit strange for Shen Moran, but because it is Su Qingyue’s grandmother’s intention, she doesn’t doubt too much.

Moreover, she completely trusts Su Qingyue.

But her trust caused her to fall into the pit that Su Qingyue had dug for her with her own hands.

"I'm sorry, Ranran."

Looking at Shen Moran, who was lying on the bed and falling asleep again, two tears of guilt flowed into Su Qingyue's eyes.

She knew very well that she had failed Shen Moran's trust in her and betrayed the originally pure friendship between them.

But she had to do so.

Shen Moran could not stay here, and she did not want her to go to Ye Lin's hometown by herself.

Moreover, Su Qingyue needs Fu Yunshen to owe him a favor.
Chapter completed!