Chapter 343, Su Guang Jingmei, if the rhyme of the poem falls into infatuation, elegant as lotus.

Mu Tianxing and Ni Yajun could feel the change of atmosphere, as if the father and son were more sympathetic because they had cooked a meal together.

Lojeb raised his chopsticks, and everyone followed him.

The delicacies fall into the buds, and the fragrance lingers on the tip of sandalwood's mouth and nose, forgetting to return, and the dishes are delicious.

"Well! It's the same as my grandfather's craftsmanship!"

Ni Yajun admired her very much and looked at Ling Shan with a smile: "That's my grandmother's birthday every year, my grandfather will show...