With a sigh of admiration, Dong Xiaowan incarnated himself to eat and quickly eliminated the four dishes on the table.

A quarter of an hour later, Dong Xiaowan ate four dishes clean, touched his stomach with a satisfied face and looked at Song Yan curiously. "Did you cook this dish?"

"Called takeout." Song Yan answered.

"Which takeaway?" Dong Xiaowan asked, "Do you have a telephone number?"

She has eaten many delicious dishes cooked by chefs, but there is still a slight gap compared with the small dishes she eats today.

"Forget it." Song Yandao.

"Didn't you do it?" Dong Xiaowan said with suspicion.

"No." Song Yan affirmed Tao.

"Is it?"...