Dishes were gradually brought out one after another. Then a bowl of sweet potato soup was served. Cecilia took the ladle and filled a small bowl for Blake. "I specifically requested them to make this. I used to drink it often. Of course, this can't compare to the soup that you used to make for me in the past.

"Now that I've made some money, you won't have to cook anymore."

Blake, who had been watching Cecilia talk, avoided eye contact. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Cecilia smiled