Zong Zhan held the phone, sneering coldly. Ha, his ill-fated nephew-in-law had blocked him.
But that wasn't all. In the evening, Zong Zhan heard the doorbell downstairs and thought it was someone from the Military Department coming to take them to the training camp.
Instead, when Zong Zhan walked into the living room, he saw ten dishes on the coffee table: stir-fried chives, shrimp and seahorse soup, lamb and yam porridge, stewed chicken with shouwu, cold mixed okra…
All of them were known for their aphrodisiac qualities.
Zong Zhan thought Xi Luo was asking for death.
Looking at the woman lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a box of something smelly while slurping noodles, "Let's eat, they're all specially ordered for you. I asked Li Qiao, these supplements' nutritious value... Hey hey, why are you grabbing my noodles?"
Zong Zhan gloomily snatched the snail noodles from her hand, his voice cold and deep, "Come on, let's eat together."
