"Good." Although I don't know what Li Wanyang wants to say, Chu Aotian didn't refuse.

In fact, Li Wanyang had already prepared the ingredients, quickly made the pill soup, made two bowls of noodles, several kinds of steamed buns with different stuffing, and then served them with small dishes, so that he could have a good night.

Looking at the colorful and fragrant night supper, Chu Aotian suddenly had an appetite. He hadn't eaten Li Wanyang's cooking for a long time. He really missed the taste.

Li Wanyang handed chopsticks to Chu Aotian and smiled slightly: "Here, these are all your favorite foods, eat a little more."

In the face...