"Junior Brother, it's really been a long time since I've had your cooking." Chu Meng sat down at the dining table, her heart full of emotion as she looked at her junior brother. The last time she had eaten food prepared by him was at his home. Back then, she was still the Sect Leader of the Cloud Fund, but now she was in this villa, without the Cloud Fund, and so destitutely. There truly was a sense of how things had changed.
"Don't worry, rest here for a while, and you can have the food I make almost every day." Hearing Chu Meng's words, Lin Feng knew his senior sister was getting sentimental again and quickly changed the subject. In fact, Lin Feng understood that anyone in his senior sister's situation would be tangled up facing such events.
