C123 Mid-autumn

Turn off the fire, start the pot, put the last dish on the plate, and the two women looked at each other, Xia Su helped to bring the dish onto the table and Fu Ninghan was in charge of serving the rice.

A round table and four pairs of chopsticks. Xia Su gently fiddled with the four red wine glasses neatly. She carried the dishes up one by one and the smile on her lips never stopped