It was something he had learned to make after he destroyed several kitchens.
At that time, he simply thought that when she ate what she liked, her happy look made his heart ache inexplicably.
Only now did she understand why she was so happy about the things she liked ten times more than others did.
Perhaps it was because of her that she lived on the streets when she was a child and couldn't even eat anything. She could fight for a steamed bun.
As long as he thought of this, his heart would be so painful that it could not be controlled.
If only he had met her earlier, then no matter what, he would not let her starve and get bullied.
"I know. I'll send it to her to see if she's willing to eat," Mo Fengya said coldly as he accepted the food box. His knuckles were white as a sheet as he
