C308 Someone Told Me

"It smells so good. . . Our Chanqiu's cooking skills are amazing now!" When Zhao Qinghe returned home, he smelled the aroma of rice and white vinegar. "Hmm? Why are there cold dishes?"

He did not like cold dishes and did not like dry food without soup. Chanqiu had always understood his taste. It was not that he could not cook for himself, but he asked curiously