Fu Fengyi waved her hand and said, "It's not urgent. I'll call you here. There's one more thing. Moir's father may come tomorrow. I want to ease the relationship between their father and son. You also help me to think about what can be done.

"Yes, madam."

"Get busy."

"Yes, madam."

Leaf ink in the kitchen prepared every ingredient carefully. He was very skillful in his movements. It was not the first time he went down to the kitchen.

Usually he is so high that he never expected to cook in person, just to make his mother happy to eat, which made Xia Yihan look at him a little.

"Wash...