C699 The Wounds Healed

Six hundred and fifty-three.

Finally, Mu Yinyin, who was tapping her fingers on the stove slowly, could not hold it in anymore. She lifted her hand and lifted the lid of the steamer. Suddenly, a sweet smell hit her face and she smelled it lightly. In an instant, she, who had not had time to eat dinner, felt even hungrier.

"It should be better to steam it this way