"Shitou!"
Feng Yi was unhappy, cutting him off with a dark face, "Nothing is assured yet, say less."
"Feng Yi, what does Shitou mean?"
Lin Qingluo heard it, her heart skipping a beat.
"Nothing."
Feng Yi's ears turned slightly red, glaring at Shitou with irritation.
"Shitou, you say it."
Lin Qingluo's gossip curiosity had been ignited, unwilling to give it a rest until she understood clearly.
"Hehe, it's nothing, just... just..."
Shitou's face turned red from Feng Yi's glare. He scrabbled at the back of his head due to the pressure from his little master, not daring to stay silent.
"Just what?!"
Wang Meng eagerly urged him on.
"Hehe, Sister Feng Liu often goes to the Brilliant Snow Residence to cook for big brother Jinyu."
Shitou rubbed his nose and giggled, "Big brother Jinyu also praises Sister Feng Liu's cooking as delicious."
"Just that?"
Wang Meng was confused, "Is it worth it for you to laugh like this?"
"Big brother doesn't easily praise others."