Not far away, in the house with blue bricks and tiles, Nan Jin Yu sat in a wheelchair in the courtyard, watching in the direction of Gu Nian's home.
Unconsciously, the small figure of that child appeared in his mind, and a smile crept up the corners of his mouth.
Wuxin returned from outside, "Master, I have to say, the cooking skills of the Lin Family are really not bad. I just passed by there, and I could smell the aroma of meat from afar, it almost made me unable to move my feet."
Nan Jin Yu was inherently someone who loved good food, and as someone around him, there were plenty of delicious things to eat most of the time.
However, the aroma wafting from the Lin Family's courtyard lingered in his nose, lasting for a long time. Even after returning, he occasionally recalled that smell, eager to taste it.
Wuming always appeared aloof and unapproachable in front of others.
