C1258 Don't Mess with Her

Zhao Xiangyun was starving.

Like a hungry wolf, she raised her head and stared at the food that Jiang Weimin specially brought over.

She said it was warm in the pot, but why did Zhao Xiangyun feel that the dishes were all warm?

It was the same as the food that had just been stir-fried.

Her face was red and she lowered her voice and asked softly, "When you brought the rice