"Hey, Ming Yue doesn't like this Western stuff, she prefers millet porridge and tofu pudding. If there were deep-fried dough sticks and fried cakes, that would be even better!"
Li Mengmeng curled her lips, displaying a look of strong disgust.
Cai Mingyue didn't say anything; she simply bowed her head and sipped on the bowl of millet porridge in front of her, evidently agreeing with Li Mengmeng's comment.
Before Zhao Siyu could react, Li Mengmeng turned to Chu Nan and said, "Mr. Chu, remember from now on not to let other men into the villa. Besides you and Uncle Cai, no other man should come in here casually!"
Chu Nan honestly nodded his head, smelling the fragrant food on the table, his appetite was greatly stirred; he stealthily touched his "rumbling" stomach.
After last night's event ended, Chu Nan felt incredibly hungry. He had wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen, only to discover there was hardly anything in the fridge.
