"Ah he, how did you know what I like to eat?"
The pigeon looked at the table full of dishes, all of which were her favorite.
The sweet and sour pork ribs and the hot and sour shredded potatoes were her two favorite dishes.
"It's a secret,"
Jiang He smiled but did not say anything.
He knew exactly what senior liked to eat, so of course there was a mole.
And there was more than one.
The little ice ghost, the little Ice Dragon, and Gugu were all the same.
"Hurry up and eat."
Jiang He said,"don't be shy." He quickly changed the topic.
"Then I won't be polite."
The pigeon picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs and put it in its mouth.
It was sweet and sour, tender but not chewy.
Moreover, it had the smell of childhood.
At that time, although her father was very busy, he would make her favorite sweet and sour ribs every time they met.
