He packed up his things, his round eyes honest and sincere, "Miss Yun, I'll be leaving now. If you find my cooking delicious, could you please give me a five-star rating with Master Chen?"
Yueyue raised her delicate eyebrows and glanced at him, lazily lying in the hospital bed with a roguish smirk curling her lips, "Sure."
"Then thank you, Miss Yun."
After Xiao Feng left, Liu Lanfang started watching television out of boredom. She was very fashionable and watched all kinds of variety shows and soap operas; Lin Xiang often watched them with her.
The television was showing a wrap-up segment of "Molan Pavilion," and Liu Lanfang exclaimed, surprised, "Huh... that's Yingtao, right? She's become more beautiful."
She was dressed in an attractive ancient costume, her head adorned with a beautifully delicate hairpin, beaming like a blooming peach—resuming life so well after what she had been through was truly not easy.
