'He Yufeng explained dryly, "I didn't!"
Su Li snorted. "It's best if you don't."
Even if he did, he had to keep it in his stomach and not make a sound. She would was not someone he could provoke as he pleased.
He Yufeng lay on the bed, feeling helpless. Now, he only hoped that he could stand up quickly and not be tortured by this woman again.
The next day, Su Li made scallion oil noodles for breakfast.
A fragrance wafted out from the dilapidated house.
Chen Xiang was cooking, but when she smelled the fragrance coming from next door, she could not help but swallow her saliva.
Being Su Li's neighbor was too painful. She would be tortured by the fragrance every day.
He Mingshan sniffed and said, "Mother, what did Auntie Su cook again? I'm so hungry!"
Chen Xiang said, "Mother is cooking now. I'll be done in a while."
