"Lin Fan, does it taste good?"
In the kitchen, Li Qiqi looked at Lin Fan with anticipation.
"Delicious, delicious, Qi Qi's culinary skills are really getting better and better!"
Lin Fan nodded his approval with a satisfied expression.
Qi Qi had specifically phoned last night to instruct that this morning's breakfast should be eaten here.
But truth be told, the quality really had improved.
Perhaps even a five-star hotel's master chef
would not be able to produce such deliciousness.
No wonder, he could make Mr. Zhang willingly stay here all this time.
Just as Li Qiqi was looking at Lin Fan with a face full of happiness and sweetness,
a figure walked in from outside.
It was Li Qiqi's grandmother, Miao Cuihua.
At this moment, she had once again assumed the appearance of frail old age.
Her gaze towards Lin Fan was filled with hostility.
