On second thought, it was probably because domestic flowers aren't as fragrant as wild ones. Even the tastiest gourmet dishes can become tiresome after a while, and after getting used to feasting on fish and meat, having a bowl of Little Mi porridge would certainly be a nice change.
"You, hello."
Zhang Xiaoshan was at a loss.
"Hehe, Little Shan, this is my wife, Wu Lanxin. Just call her sister-in-law."
"Oh, sister-in-law, hello."
"Hehe, I've already heard Guo Ming mention you, young and promising, bold and resourceful, you're bound to have a limitless future."
"Please, have a seat and rest; the meal will be ready soon."
Fragrant smells wafted from the kitchen.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Wu Lanxin and felt an extreme sense of infatuation.
This woman was so comfortable to be around.
It was an indescribable feeling.
She was more charming than Luo Meili, had better looks and figure than Jia Lanhua, and a better personality than Ge Xiue.