C989 First return door

The entire table was filled with washed ingredients. Ming Jinyan rubbed on the table secretly, getting off the sofa and walking towards the table.

Feng Shiyuan looked up and saw that Ming Jinyan was holding onto a pair of chopsticks, as if he really wanted to eat it.

"Although my culinary skills are incomparable to Nai'er's mother's, this hotpot looks pretty good