C169 The Old Man's Cooking

Xiao Jian slowly walked to a boulder not far away from the old man. He stopped and looked at it. He looked at the happy expression on his face. The corner of his mouth was wide open, and his old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum. Of course, Xiao Jian did not dare to say what he felt in his heart.

Just based on the fact that he was in this desolate forest. .