Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

An Ruixin was stunned for a while before she could react, and asked stiffly, "This is your room?"

Ji Chengze nodded solemnly, but An Ruixin only felt a thunder strike head on.

This is Ji Chengze's room, but it was Ji Chengze who carried her all the way from downstairs to this room at noon, so what's going on now?

On the first day she moved in, the two were going to share a room? Isn't this development a little too fast!

The expression on An Ruixin's face stiffened for a few seconds, and she said embarrassedly, "Then let me go to sleep in another room, um, where is the guest room?"

"No, drink the soup first."

When Ji Chengze said this, An Ruixin noticed that Ji Chengze was still holding a tray in his hand, and the delicate porcelain bowl on the tray was full of soup.

"Let me in first."

An Ruixin suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly let Ji Chengze enter the door.

"I just saw that you didn't eat much." After Ji Chengze entered the door, he immediately brought the bowl to An Ruixin and explained in a low voice, "Drink it, it's good for your body."

An Ruixin was stunned for a moment, and her heart was suddenly touched.

Because I haven't eaten much just now, so I'm afraid that I haven't eaten enough to open a small stove for myself?

It's just that, after being moved, what is going on with this dark soup?

This is... Siwu Soup? Sesame soup? Black chicken soup? But this smell seems to be a little wrong!

An Ruixin brought the bowl to the tip of her nose and smelled it before taking a sip under Ji Chengze's expectant gaze.

Just this mouthful, An Ruixin petrified on the spot.

Ji Chengze stared at An Ruixin and drank the soup, but didn't respond for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask curiously, "How is it?"

What else could it be? It's hard not to be held to death, are you trying to poison me directly?

An Ruixin smiled reluctantly: "Can I ask, what kind of soup is this?"

Ji Chengze pursed his lips, as if recalling something: "It seems like... Angelica tonic soup, the kind you simmered for grandpa last time."

"Then can you tell me what color the soup I simmered for Grandpa Ji last time?"

Ji Chengze was taken aback for a moment, carefully recalled the scene at that time, and he was not sure: "Yellow and white?"

"Very good, then why is the soup I simmered yellow and white, but this bowl is black?" An Ruixin could hardly hold back the smile on her face, "Who stewed this soup?"

The meals at noon and evening are quite normal, not to mention the top chefs in high-end restaurants, but they are also much more delicious than ordinary meals.

Therefore, this soup should not come from the cook's hand. So, who is it?

Ji Chengze did not answer An Ruixin's question, but glanced at the bowl of soup with a guilty conscience: "Is it really so bad?"

An Ruixin was noncommittal, Ji Chengze frowned, grabbed the bowl and took a sip.

After filling, Ji Chengze's face also darkened.

An Ruixin was still waiting for Ji Chengze to say who made the soup. She had enough reasons to think that the steward had a grudge against her.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear him say why, but I heard him say something in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

An Ruixin was stunned, glanced at Ji Chengze, who was obviously frustrated and lost, and then glanced at the dark soup that was filled with danger like traditional Chinese medicine, and a very absurd guess was suddenly born in her heart.

"This soup can't be...you stewed it?"