The hard dish for dinner was a fragrant and delicious fish soup, milky white soup, crucian carp that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. There was no other problem except for the many thorns, and everyone's mouths were filled with oil.

After the meal, Bai Suisui told the story of how he took Fu Ya out to play in the afternoon, which made Song Zhiwei frown slightly.

Fu Ya still didn't like to talk, and she didn't want to play with other children. She just ...