Ye sang stuffed toast into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging, and after tasting the taste, she could not forget Duan Jinyan's culinary skills.
She sincerely suggested to him, "Really, brother. If you don't cause trouble in the future, you can really become a chef."
She liked chefs.
However, the chefs at home were not as delicious as Duan Jinyan. Ye sang did not know where this person's culinary skills came from. In the past, he had also cooked, but not many times. Ever since they broke up, she had never eaten again.
However, it made sense when she thought about it. What kind of person was he? In the future, the entire imperial city would be under his control. How could such a wise man have the time to cook for her.
Ye sang was just saying that. She bit on her spoon and ate the Little Hundun in her bowl. She swayed her drooping calves delightedly.
