C197 Little Bastard Is up to No Good

In the kitchen, the youth was wearing an apron. His hand, which should not have been able to touch the sun with his fingers, was currently holding a spoon and carefully staring at the meat porridge in the pot. Seemingly noticing his line of sight, the youth turned his head around.

Jing Mo stood at the door for a moment, then pursed his lips and said: "I want to eat meat