Gu Xinzhou was truly deft and gifted.
The food he made was not only liked by children, but adults enjoyed it too.
Song Zhen felt that the talent for cooking might be related to inheritance, because he had tasted the food made by Lan Baozhen, which was incredibly delicious!
Song Zhen couldn't stop eating.
He didn't want her to work so hard, yet he feared that he would get used to her cooking, and wouldn't be able to enjoy food made by anyone else.
When he had eaten most of his meal, Song Zhen's phone rang.
It was his younger brother, Song Jun, calling.
Suddenly, Song Zhen remembered the mysterious call from last night; he still didn't know what Yue Meiqi wanted to tell him.
"Hello, Xiaojun, what's the matter?"
"Wuaah! Waaaah~"
"Xiaojun?"
"Brother, wuaah~ My mom is dead, my mom is dead, wuuu~"
"What!"
Song Jun's crying pained Song Zhen's heart.
He really cared for this younger brother.