C391 Salty

Yan Yiqing raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything.

On the contrary, she felt that this type of porridge was probably the first one Yung Mo made for her. No matter what, it was full of remembrance.

The yellow light kept shining on her, which made Yung Mo want to look at her a few more times. It wasn't that shocking, he just felt that a woman was the right person for him