Yang Ruxin squinted, everything was correct, couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "I'll make cold noodles for you when we get back."
"I also want chili oil fish, boiled pork slices in hot sauce..."
"Don't get greedy now." Yang Ruxin frowned.
"Must get greedy." Yu Qingge was quite smug, "If you don't seize the opportunity, aren't you a fool?" She had always been curious why everything Ruxin cooked was so delicious; she wondered if Ruxin also possessed something like the Spatial Spirit Spring, anyway, she had to find a chance to ask.
Yang Ruxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry but didn't say anything further, instead, she glanced at Du Juan: "It's getting late, let's rest first. We'll head back tomorrow, but, we can't use the name Yingchun anymore."
"Please bestow a new name, Miss." Yingchun also knew that this name would bring trouble.
"What's your surname?"
"It's a coincidence, my father is also surnamed Yang."
