"Fourth Brother, why is it that the little maid named Gu Fuzhen at your house can cook dishes that I can't seem to forget? The new head chef at Yonghe Pavilion can't even compare to her!"
Thinking of Gu Fuzhen, Gu Siting slightly frowned his sword-like brows.
"When can I go to Imperial Garden again to taste the dishes made by your little maid?"
Gu Siting, "We'll talk about it when I'm free."
Yanxi shrugged his shoulders, then looked up and spotted a slender and svelte figure standing in the corner by the public handwashing sink in the restroom.
"My God, a stunning beauty!"
Ming Yao was leaning lazily against the wall, her jet-black hair cascading down, and amidst the swirling smoke, her small melon-seed-shaped face was brilliant and absolutely beautiful.
There was a light-colored teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, inexplicably sensual and seductive.
