"You're more talkative than usual today." Shen Yifeng felt more and more that Shen Yuyan was different from before.
Shen Liu'an also gave Shen Yuyan a meaningful look.
Shen Yuyan raised a hand to touch his cheek. "Really? I don't feel anything."
Shen Yifeng and Shen Liu'an looked at each other and didn't say anything else.
Shen Yuyan would only do this when he was in a good mood.
After nearly four hours in the kitchen, Shen Yaowei finally finished stewing the chicken soup.
This time, there was still some spiritual energy injected into the chicken soup, so it stimulated the deliciousness of the chicken soup. Coupled with the wild fungus inside, the fragrance filled the air.
When Shen Yaowei brought the chicken soup to the small table in the courtyard, Shen Yifeng, Shen Liu'an, and Shen Yuyan smelled the fragrance and were all tempted.
