The next day, at six in the morning.

Jin Linlin carried a burnt black casserole into Ye Zilin's bedroom.

Ye Zilin also just woke up and was urinating in the bathroom.

Jin Linlin excitedly ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Come and have breakfast!"

Ye Zilin was so frightened that he almost couldn't return to his seat.

After finishing the solution, he opened the door and said with a black face, "Jin Linlin, are you a girl?"

Jin Linlin didn't realize that she was knocking on the door of a men's bathroom just now, and said with a smile, "Come here quickly, I have prepared a surprise for you."

Ye Zilin approached helplessly, and when he saw a smoky black casserole, his eyebrows twitched fiercely.

At the same time, a bad premonition arose in my heart.

Jin Linlin had already opened the lid on her own, filled the bowl with soup, and said with a sense of accomplishment:

"I've been stewing it all night. The meat is rotten. It must be very nutritious. After you drink it, the wound will heal very quickly."

Before Ye Zilin could take a closer look, he smelled a strong smell of spices.

He asked, "How much spice did you put in it?"

Jin Linlin was pleasantly surprised: "Did you smell it? Is it very fragrant? I also think it is very fragrant. I even tasted it. It has a good color and fragrance. It is definitely not inferior to the soup you made for me!"

With that said, Jin Linlin filled the soup, held the soup bowl with both hands and handed it to Ye Zilin.

"Drink a bowl quickly, good morning."

The corner of Ye Zilin's mouth twitched slightly, a little afraid to answer.

Jin Linlin blinked at him, and seeing that he wasn't moving, she said, "Do you really think I'm a kitchen killer if I don't show you a hand? It's because you saved my life that I made the soup for you myself. Don't lose face!"

Ye Zilin's mouth twitched slightly again.

He didn't dare to drink the soup because it was made by Jin Linlin himself.

"Hurry up, I specially put ginseng in it, it can make your wound heal as soon as possible."

Seeing that Jin Linlin would get angry if he didn't take it again, Ye Zilin took the soup bowl in a compromise.

Jin Linlin looked at him expectantly, probably wanting to praise and approve him after he finished drinking.

Ye Zilin held the soup bowl in one hand, and scooped it with a small spoon in the other.

There are a lot of small minced meat in it, which should be duck meat. It was stewed very finely, so it can be seen that it has been stewed for a long time.

He was a little surprised: "didn't sleep last night?"

Jin Linlin clasped her hands together, raised her chin and said proudly: "Yes, this princess has never cooked soup for a night before, you are the first one! You are very moved? So drink it quickly and give a good review after drinking it. "

Ye Zilin scooped up a spoonful and slowly brought it to his mouth.

Jin Linlin stared at him, eyes full of anticipation and tension.

Ye Zilin, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the smell of spices when the spoon was brought to his mouth, and he couldn't bear to drink it.

But thinking that this was the soup that Jin Linlin had cooked all night, she gritted her teeth and took a sip with full sincerity.

"Drink more, what can you taste like this?"

Jin Linlin said dissatisfiedly, and took Ye Zilin's hand, and put a spoon full of soup into his mouth.

Then, Jin Linlin asked nervously and expectantly: "How is it? Is it okay?"

When Ye Zilin's soup touched his taste buds, his mind went blank.

He had never tasted such a complex and unpalatable soup!

Even if mother cooks Dabu soup for father on a whim, it tastes lighter than this soup!

However, Ye Zilin didn't spit it out. Under Jin Linlin's expectant gaze, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed.

"fine."

Ye Zilin spat out these two words with difficulty.