Two large tables of Hua Country dishes, Eight Treasure Duck, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, etc. Once the lids were lifted, the fresh, fragrant, sweet, and sour aroma immediately filled the air.
Windsor Yao couldn't help but swallow a gulp, her eyes shining like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten for days.
"It smells so good! Looks so delicious."
She was sitting between Rong Zhi and Ying Cenchuan. Next to her, the gentle and refined Wen Lang turned his head and said with a smile, "If you like it, you can eat more later."
Windsor Yao nodded repeatedly.
Coming to her senses and recalling who was beside her, her cheeks flushed red, "I, I, I'm not..."
So rude!
How could she say such things in front of the hosts!
Ying Cenchuan didn't mind, "It's all right. You are Little Nine's friend, and also our friend, just relax."
Windsor Yao stammered, "O-Okay..."
