"You're right. It's useless for us to read too much into it. We're all here now." Yue Jiaojiao picked up the pile of letters on the table and placed them under the box together with the wooden box. "Who knows, the truth might suddenly appear after we forget about this matter. It's just like how you can't find something when you crazily try to find it, but when you forget about it one day, that thing will suddenly appear."
Zhao Zhan heaved a sigh of relief. "If it wasn't for Madam Qin's reminder, I might have been stuck at a dead end."
"That's alright. I'll make dinner today. I'll make two authentic Yang City dishes for you to try."
Just as Zhao Zhan was about to reject her, Yue Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and said, "Let her cook. I haven't tasted Yang City's dishes in a long time."
It was also because Zhao Zhan's mood had been too unstable today, so Yue Jiaojiao wanted him to relax a little.
"Zhao Zhan, shall we bring Chengfeng up the mountain?"
