Qiao Xian had already prepared the food, waiting for Julian Cui to use it as soon as he woke up.
She has taken care of Julian Cui for many years, and her cooking skills have gotten better and better. If she can't rely on other people's hands when she is away from home, she will cook soup and stews herself.
A mouthful of Yuzhu Partridge Soup left a sweet aftertaste in his throat. Julian Cui immediately drank Qiao Xian's craftsmanship.
"Before hearing the good news or the bad news, I want to ask Palace Master Feng a question first." Cui Bu went to finish the soup and put down the bowl.
Sterling Feng stood up and said, "It's late. I wanted to say it just now, but you refused to let me say it. Now you want to say it, but I don't want to say it anymore. Take my leave."
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