C87 old beast

The eyes of the satisfied beast gleamed like water as the tip of its tongue licked the corner of its lips. The wine dimples were faintly discernible on the corner of its mouth.

"Xiao Bao, can you cook this Boiled Fish for me everyday from now on?"

"Not good."

Mo Bao rejected it straightforwardly. Looking at the downcast eyes of a certain beast