C178 If It Was Me I Wouldn't Want Qiao Anrou

"Wow, sour radish." The waiter brought up a small plate of sour radish. Mu Qingzhu's eyes immediately lit up. She drooled and a strong appetite welled up in her stomach. She reached out and brought it over. The orchid fingers pinched lightly and wolfed down the food.

When Ruan Hanyu walked out of Xian's hand, she had already finished two small plates.

Her mouth was red from the spiciness