Brush brush brush-
Several pairs of chopsticks were coincidentally shoved towards the cold dish that Xiang Yi made!
The men of the Xiang family moved their chopsticks quickly like the wind.
The cold dishes were empty in an instant.
The Xiang family left no stones unturned!
When it was time to taste each other's dishes, the Xiang family began to get ready to diss each other.
"This duck with ginger is making me throw up as soon as I take a mouthful!"
"I never thought there would be such an unpalatable fish in the world!"
"You managed to make a simpled dish like tomato and scrambled eggs taste horrid. Uncle you are really bad at cooking."
"..."
It was noisy but warm.
Xiang Yi rested her small face in hand, smiling at the scene.
This was the reason that she still chose to return home firmly no matter how many transmigrated worlds she crosses.
Home is where family is.
