A bag of exotic tofu dried down, Chang E subconsciously picked up another bag of exotic duck neck ripped open...

After eating six packages of delicious delicacies, Chang'e stopped.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, her cheeks could not help blushing slightly.

After a while, Chang E took out a handkerchief and gently wiped off a trace of oil stain on her mouth. She asked curiously, "Shang Xian, where did you come from?"

"I made it myself." Song Yandao.

Chang E showed a happy look: "That's really good. I wonder if Shangxian can sell some to me?"

Song Yan disapproved of the way: "Fairy is too polite, these cooked...