Fan haohuai sat in front of Gu Yueze, and neither of them said anything.

Gu Yueze still didn't eat the things made by Xin Yunlu, but fan haohuai picked up the chopsticks and ate with relish.

I don't know how long it's been. When fan haohuai's food is almost the same, he says with a smile, "what he makes is always so delicate, and every dish can be remembered."

"you say, don't you?"

Gu Yueze didn't answer. He took out his cigarette and smoked it.

when he thought of the dishes that fan haohuai had baked in his friend's circle, he couldn't say what it was like. In a word,...