The filming stopped, and she also saw him, walking towards him.

 

With a cigarette between his fingers, he exhaled a faint smoke through his firm lips, and his slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Amelia asked me to bring this to you."

 

He handed a thermos to Isabella.

 

She hugged the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and a fragrant hot steam emerged from it.

 

"Old duck soup! It smells so good," Isabella's eyes lit up.

 

Since the last time she had dinner at the apartment, she had a soft spot for the old duck soup Amelia made. Amelia promised to make it for her again next time, but she didn't expect it to...