Bai Suisui nodded, holding onto Song Zhiwei's delicate smile, "I know Xiaowei, I will definitely stay away from people you don't like."

The three father and son of the Song family returned home and sighed in front of the cold pot and stove. Those who knew how to cook were all in the hospital. What would they eat at night?

Song Jianjun wondered, "How about a bowl of noodles tonight?"

He can cook a simple bowl of noodles, but chicken soup is too difficult for ...