Half an hour later, the meal trolley was pushed into the private room, and four covers concealed the dishes, but a faint scent of osmanthus could still be detected.
"This is Osmanthus Chicken, but it seems different from before." As soon as she smelled this scent, Fang Fei's body started to tremble.
Even with the covers on, the clear fragrance of osmanthus was distinguishable, and compared to before, the difference was huge!
Li Qinqin was somewhat hazy, but this aroma still delighted her. She had tasted it once before; the chicken meat was mixed with a hint of osmanthus scent, making her feel utterly refreshed.
Now she finally knew that the plate of chicken she had eaten was actually brought by Xia Liu.
