Same Blood

A small hand came in front of Lu Chen's face and fanned him like a fan, disturbing his mood.

It was Xiao Hui! Women were naturally sensitive. She noticed that Lu Chen was staring at Fu Jie with a special kind of gaze. How could she not understand Lu Chen's thoughts? She sighed and said, "Still looking. Look at your intoxicated look!"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment. He pretended to eat dumplings to hide his worries and praised: "Delicious, delicious. Fu Zhenxin's culinary skills are not bad."

What about her? Let me tell you, this dumpling of yours also has a contribution from me! How's our partnership? Really, looking down on others?

Lu Chen quickly said, "You're not bad either. You two are both God of Cooking."

Xiao Hui pouted with false bravado. Don't, don't give me such a title, I can't afford it.