An hour later, the three women watched the two pheasants on the stick being roasted yellow and swallowed their mouths.

"Bring some salt." At this time, Hanzi gave orders to the master as he roasted the pheasant. Gao Shi gently passed the salt from behind. Uncle Zhao was well prepared for them, and almost everything was ready for them.

"Cold son, would you like some jam or something later, so it tastes good?" Xie Jiaying did not fight with him at this time, crouched beside him and asked with a greedy face.

Hanzi was thinking about how she had learned to be good, so he couldn't help looking at her...