C191 Winning a Game at Last

After a while, a beautiful fruit salad was served. Yan Lidong came out of the kitchen with a plate. Mu Chenxi was already sitting at the table, waiting to eat the fruit salad he made.

"I don't think you ate much in the afternoon. Is the meat too greasy?" Eat this salad! Otherwise, your stomach won't be able to take it. " As Yan Lidong said this