©WebNovelPub
PREVIEW
... able and waved her hands impatiently, “Alright, alright, stop whining. You won’t have any meat even if you scream. Sigh, let’s wait till tomorrow.”
While Feng Qingge was feeling aggrieved, Jun Moli laughed and walked over with a bowl of black stuff.
“Quick, Qingge, have a taste of this. I made some red braised pork especially for you.”
Feng Qingge did not even look. Why? She knew of his culinary skills. Regardless of what came into his hands, it would turn int ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE