"Hehe, it looks pretty decent."
Xue Jing pulled out a few tissues at the side, wiping his newly washed hands, his eyes twinkling with mirth:
"Oh, where, where, it can't compare to your masterly convenience noodles with that wok hei, Wanwan."
Xue Wan's fists immediately clenched:
"Are you mocking me... "
Nan Jiayu, sitting on the side, watched the table full of dishes with a smile, "Alright, let's start eating, I'm already too eager."
Then she glanced at Miao Miao squatting on the table, with a bowl of rice in front of it, and curiously said:
"Little Feng Wan is eating the same as us? Isn't that bad for its health?"
Xue Jing replied, "It's fine, it has always eaten the same food as me, and there have been no problems."
Nan Jiayu stroked Miao Miao's head, feeling the smooth and soft touch, gently said, "Is that so... This fur feels very healthy, it seems all that online pet advice is deceptive."
