Song Jinzhi was shocked. "Do you have this dish?"

"Yes!" The waiter stood aside.

A pair of beautiful eyes of Song Xiangwan came over, the eyes were quiet, with a trace of impatience.

The uncle's family has a lot of complaints, but it's hard to say anything. On the contrary, Mo Zhengyan smiled. His slender finger gently pinched the edge of the cup and smiled sideways. "My niece in July is so thin that I can't see that she likes eating meat."

Song also drank tea in July, and she laughed, "I love meat, not vegetarian."

"Eating meat is good." He answered.

However, in July, Song remembered that when they...