At this time, the waiter brought over the roast duck and other dishes they had ordered, filling the table.
"Ah, it's got color, fragrance, and taste," Luo Ziling greedily looked at the table full of delicious food and said with a smile to Yang Qingyin, "Comrade senior sister whose stomach has been hungry for a while, isn't it time to start eating?"
"I've lost my appetite," Yang Qingyin sat without moving, her rosy cheeks had long since lost their charm and were replaced with feelings of grievance and annoyance, "I had no idea that I would run into my mom here, nor could I have imagined that she would barge directly into the private room."
