Song Qiao walked to the entrance of the dining room and realized that what she had seen from far away was a table full of breakfast dishes with different flavors, only now realizing that they were various breakfasts of different tastes.
Such a large table, how long did she take to prepare all this?
Jian Xia had also come over, clearly wanting to keep her distance from the man sitting on the sofa, "I used to cook frequently when I lived alone, so the taste should be quite good, I hope you won't disdain it."
Song Qiao smiled slightly and said, "How could I? It not only looks great but also looks delicious. Are you going to eat with us?"
