The Most Important Thing Was to Fill the Stomach

Xiao Ling sat on the bed, looked at the bandaged wound, then looked at Xu Nian who was working in the kitchen, a subtle expression finally appeared on his indifferent face.

The figure of the handsome man in front of him seemed to be a little familiar. Xiao Ling was a little entranced by what he saw, and unknowingly, the figure of the man in front of him started to overlap with the figure of another man.

"Time to eat …" Xu Nian carried a plate of fried meat out of the kitchen slowly, and then walked back to his seat and picked up a bowl of green dish bean curd soup. He took out two small bowls, one bowl for the rice, and the other bowl for the dishes, and carried the tray to Xiao Ling's side once again.