Muxilin said nothing more and hung up the phone.

Tang poetry collected his thoughts, sorted them out, and turned back to the restaurant.

"mummy, where have you been? Crescent moon left the big chicken leg for you to eat. Eat it quickly. " Xiaoyueya points to the chicken leg in the Tang poetry bowl.

Tang Shi's heart was almost adored by her. She kissed her forehead and said, "thank you, honey. My godmother went to pick up a phone. Now I'll eat with you."

"poetry, why did you answer the phone so long? What's the matter with your grandmother Mr. cloth asked.

"thank you for your concern. It's OK, but...