"This is my first time eating Egg-Fried Rice." Shao Qingyuan looked at the big bowl in front of him. The golden eggs and white rice grains were intertwined on it. The grains were distinct. Amidst the smoke, a rich smell kept drilling into his nose, making his appetite increase.
Gu Yundong had just taken off her apron and was stunned when she heard that. Then, she remembered that he had been treated as a wolf cub.
She had heard a lot about Shao Qingyuan in the past two days.
Shao Qingyuan was carried out of the Nine Tigers Mountain by his grandfather. It was said that he was a newborn baby at that time. At that time, there was the corpse of a wolf beside him. It was unknown how it died.
His grandfather's surname was Li. At that time, the Li family's eldest branch only had two daughters and had never had a son, so Grandpa Li put Shao Qingyuan under the name of the couple.