Black sesame paste?
It smelled so good that it made you lose friends, dark as Nian Shutong's own skin.
Nian Shutong nodded and said, "It's really delicious, save two bowls for me, I'm going to wash my face."
Master Fan cheerfully agreed with a cry and placed the black sesame paste on the dining table, which, upon being seen by Lin Mu, was followed by laughter reverberating around the small wooden house.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Inside the house, preparing to wash up, Nian Shutong shook her head with a smile and said, "Well, at least it wasn't a complete waste of effort, Lin Mu is cracking up."
Just as Nian Shutong was about to wash up, she thought of something and turned on her Light Computer to send a message to Fu Yunhe.
At that time, Fu Yunhe had just finished training and, without a doubt, maintained his top position with great scores—the kind where first place had one hundred percent and second place had only sixty percent, a wide margin for first place.
