C267 Little Life

Duanmu Yun finished his lunch box in a few bites and opened it. The smell of chicken soup wafted into his nose.

He picked up the spoon and tasted it lightly. The chicken soup he had previously drank was mostly fresh, but this time, what he drank was the genuine flavor of chicken meat.

The soup cooked by this restaurant was not bad. The soup was not fake. The other dishes should be not bad