At the other end of the corridor.
Jiang Xibao's room.
Yuan Bao, who had just run away in a Huff, was now sitting on the sofa, holding his cheeks in his hands.
"Sister Xi Bao, how long do you think that annoying person will take?"
Jiang Xibao, who was sitting opposite him, also cupped his face with his hands in an adorable manner.
"I don't know,"
However, she knew that the ninth young lady had her own sense of propriety.
The mute uncle walked in from outside with a plate of pan-fried taro cake in his hand and placed it in front of the two of them.
The rich aroma made Yuan Bao drool.
She couldn't care less about the heat and reached out to pinch ...
The mute uncle stuffed it into his mouth.
The mute uncle was stunned at first. He subconsciously opened his mouth and took a bite.
The flavor of the wax and the Taro blended together, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.
Grandpa mute, I like you. &Quot;