"Qi Qi's cooking skills are simply divine,"
Lin Fan leaned back in his chair contentedly.
With the large pork knuckle devoured, his mouth was dripping with oil.
The lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth felt incredibly comforting.
"If you like it, eat more. I've stewed a few more,"
Li Qiqi said with a happy smile.
As long as Lin Fan enjoyed the food, nothing else mattered to her.
Meanwhile, Li Yizhen and Luo Jiuying, who had just entered the dining room, also smelled the lingering scent of meat.
Their cravings were instantly aroused.
"My dear granddaughter, you can't just take care of your elder brother's stomach and neglect your grandfather's,"
"Exactly, and your god-grandfather here would like to have a taste too,"
Li Qiqi's face turned serious as she looked at the two playful septuagenarians.
