It's almost evening.

Chu's house, dining room.

Lu Xiaoxiao is sitting at a long table with a beautiful face that reveals the most serious and serious look she has ever had at dinner.

Next to her, she was sitting with a bad face, but fortunately it wasn't bad ink.

Looking at Lu Xiaoxiao's nervous appearance, he couldn't help but feel bad when he didn't want her to move the ink on the dishes on the table. He hid a bad tease in his mouth and said to Lu Xiaoxiao, "Taste it?"

Lu Xiaoxiao lifted her red lips and looked at the seven or eight dishes and a bowl of soup...