"Mmm, it smells so good, I wouldn't mind having it as a meal every day," Liu Tinglan nodded eagerly, unable to wait for Mo Yan to hand over the sweet soup, she took the initiative and grabbed the bowl herself.
The large bowl of sweet soup was quickly emptied, and Liu Tinglan, still not fully satisfied, licked the remaining sweet juice off her lips. Looking at Mo Yan as she took the bowl and placed it on the table, she exclaimed with emotion, "Yanyan, you look good, can earn Silver, can cook, and your needlework is not bad either. Even the sweet soup you make is delicious. If I were a man, I would definitely go to Uncle Mo to ask for your hand in marriage!"
As she spoke, her tone turned to displeasure, "You're so great, yet you got coaxed away by someone with the surname Xiao, hmph, that guy really got lucky!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan poked her forehead with a laugh, "What nonsense are you talking about? You really should let your parents see you like this."
