That Love Letter Was Not Written By Your Son

Beside him, when those people saw this scene, their eyes landed on the barbecue skewers that Li Hao had made. Their saliva really kept drooling.

Just by looking at it, it looked delicious, let alone smelling this fragrance.

"Come on, try it."

Li Hao handed the barbecue skewers to Shen Mange.

Shen Mange began to eat first. She bit on a chicken wing.

"Yes!"

Shen Mange's eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp.

"It's really delicious! Li Hao, how did you barbecue it? It's really delicious." Shen Mange's eyes lit up and she could not help but exclaim in surprise.

"I've never eaten such a delicious barbecue!" said Shen Mange excitedly, her pretty face red. She had eaten so many barbecues, but she had never felt anything as delicious as this.

"Yaqing, come, try it too! I'll try this stinky tofu again…" Shen Mange said to Qin Yaqing again, then bit the roasted stinky tofu.