The old man entered the house, enthusiastically cooked some porridge for the two of them, and added a small plate of pickles. Pei Donglang was obviously very hungry, and he ate quickly. However, he ate very vividly and did not make any sound.
On the other hand, Su Zhiyu was sipping porridge and chatting with the old man while chewing pickles.
"Not bad, not bad. It tastes just like my grandma's pickles." The old man entered the house and enthusiastically cooked some porridge for the two of them, and added a small plate of pickles. Pei Donglang was obviously very hungry and started eating quickly.
But he ate very impressively and didn't make a sound. Su Zhiyu, on the other hand, was sipping porridge, chewing pickles, and chatting with the old man.
"Not bad, not bad. It tastes just like my grandma's pickles."