Yu Tianrong comes to the kitchen. When the cook sees that it's her who is in a hurry to say hello, Yu Tianrong waves his hand. "You are busy, don't worry about me, I'll have a look."

glancing at the bamboo shoots on the shelf, I was moved and smiled

at lunch, Xi Bingxuan sat on the table and fixed his eyes. He was stunned: the dishes on the table were all made of bamboo shoots, but there was no his favorite stir fried bamboo shoots, stir fried bamboo shoots with red pepper, stir fried bamboo shoots with green pepper, shredded pork with bamboo shoots, boiled chicken with bamboo shoots,...