"It's really delicious?" Gu Xin went to wash up, and Cai Xiaolian looked at Gu shouxin in confusion.
"It's so delicious." Gu shouxin smiled. I can still eat three more bowls.
"But the daughters don't think it's good! Niannian doesn't want to eat it at first sight, and Xinxin doesn't want to eat it either." Cai Xiaolian's confidence in Gu shouxin's attitude was blown away by her two daughters.
"They're young, so they don't know how good the taste is." Gu shouxin put down his chopsticks, looked at Cai Xiaolian, and said seriously, " Xiaolian, this is my Second Life. In my previous life, I lived for more than 50 years, and only one person cooked me a bowl of delicious noodles. She personally kneaded the dough, rolled it, and cooked it for me! It was also on a night like this, and he didn't know that I would suddenly return home."
"Who is it?" Cai Xiaolian asked.
