Jing Muchen's face darkened. He turned around with Jiujiu in his arms and strode out of the kitchen like a gust of wind.
"Uh..." Aunt Qiao looked at Su Ruowan with a face full of embarrassment and stammered," Sir…" It seemed like... You're not in a good mood?"
Su Ruowan blinked innocently," Really? I don't think so?"
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"Wanwan, the pork dumplings you made are even more delicious than Grandma's!"
At the dining table, Jing Yanxi's small mouth was full of food and he didn't forget to flatter Su Ruowan.
Su Ruowan smiled and wiped Jing Yanxi's mouth, her face full of love and indulgence.
Now, as long as Jing Yanxi said that he wanted to eat something, she would think of ways to make it for him immediately…
