Coming out of Ye Ge's dormitory with the food box, Nan Feng felt like she was walking on air.
"I'm not coming again, don't send food next time."
He ate absolutely everything.
"Miss Nan?" From behind, a clear voice called out to Nan Feng, as she turned around, she saw Song Xiaoyue standing under the tree.
Song Xiaoyue also held a food box in her hand, which was bigger than Nan Feng's.
"Miss Song, good morning," Nan Feng greeted Song Xiaoyue nonchalantly.
"It's not early, it's already past the Chen Hour," Song Xiaoyue glanced at the food box in Nan Feng's hand, then asked, "Eh, you brought food for Ye Ge this early? What...is it?"
Song Xiaoyue thought to herself, didn't Nan Feng say that she doesn't cook often? Yet she came so early to deliver food, but it must not taste so good.
"I made bone soup for Ye Ge," Nan Feng looked at Song Xiaoyue, then casually asked, "And what about you? Who are you sending food to this early?"
