Lu Xingshen drank the herbal soup as usual; today, the shop had changed flavors again, making medicinal cuisine.
For the past two months, the soup delivered every day had been different—sometimes fish soup, sometimes chicken soup, and occasionally pork bone soup. The ingredients and seasoning varied greatly, and it tasted different each time.
Lu Xingshen had a habit of staying up late, often suffering from stomach aches. Drinking the delivered soup made him feel noticeably better, and he was more energetic at work.
Having been a chef ten years ago, he enjoyed simmering soups, so he loved drinking them as well.
No one but his parents knew about this habit, yet the cook from the shop matched his taste perfectly.
Lu Xingshen carried the empty food container outside to hand it to Xiao Wu, but heard Xiao Wu on the phone in the corridor.
"Miss Jiang, Dean Lu has already drunk it, yes, you're welcome."
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