"I'm not used to eating at this time, thank you, Miss Anning."
The aunt shook her head, replied to Ji Anning, and then left.
Ji Anning bit her chopsticks, staring at the two cups of cola ginger soup, repeatedly flashing back to the scene of Ji Chicheng feeding her the ginger soup last night in her mind.
"Both cups are for you."
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng, seeming unable to bear it any longer, picked up the two cups of ginger soup and placed them in front of Ji Anning.
"No, no, no," Ji Anning shook her head and said, "I didn't want both cups. You've caught a cold too. You need to drink it as well."
"I trust medicine more," Ji Chicheng gave Ji Anning a dismissive look, then lowered his head and continued to eat.
Ji Anning frowned, "Medicine is a cure with side effects. Although this recipe is not as effective, it isn't harmful to your body."
"Heh... cola, huh?" Ji Chicheng sneered in disagreement, "Not necessarily."
