Chu Qingqiu kept chattering, but Zhou Ziwu didn't feel impatient at all.

Every word that came out of her mouth seemed to turn into sweet candies, melting on the tip of his tongue. However, this candy was not sweet to the stomach, but to the heart.

He had long forgotten the matter of reviving his husband.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're disgusting." Chu Qingqiu, who was serving soup, said in disgust: "You're still looking at me, come here quickly."

Zhou Ziwu nodded, walked up to the table and sat down, taking the warm soup bowl from her hand, the aroma of chicken soup filled his nostrils.

He raised his head and said, "Did you do this yourself?"

"Yes or no."

Halfway through his words, Chu Qingqiu hurriedly changed his words.

"Is that so?" Zhou Ziwu was confused.

"Oh, don't ask, just drink quickly."

Chu Qingqiu urged him impatiently.

Zhou Ziwu felt confident, he smiled, took a spoonful, blew it gently, and drank it in one gulp.

"How is the taste?"

Almost as soon as he swallowed it, she couldn't wait to ask. There was both expectation and nervousness in her shining eyes.
Chapter completed!