Bitterly Disappointed; Wait a Moment!

The furniture in Zhang Song's house was relatively old, but it was very neat and tidy.

A big clock that was swinging, a steel cup with a red scarf painted on it...

Everything seemed very warm and full of life.

Lin Fan sipped his tea, feeling extremely relaxed and at ease.

Rustle!

At this moment, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.

Then, a burst of fragrance drifted over.

Lin Fan did not want to eat.

After all, he had just eaten.

However, Zhang Song's mother, Chen Li, insisted on cooking.

She also said that even if he did not want to eat, he could still sit for a while.

Lin Fan could not be stubborn, so he could only stay.

Not long after, Chen Li and Zhang Huiling carried plates of food and placed them on the table in the living room.

Shredded pork with green pepper, seaweed egg soup, cucumber ham, tomato egg...

"Lin Fan, come and sit down," Chen Li said as she limped to the table.