Tears rushed out freely, and Aida Ichiro cried out in vain.

It took him a long time to come to his senses.

There is still a warm family behind me, and the fish head hot pot is rolling with bubbles.

After Aida Ichiro ate all the food and sorted out his emotions, he called Nakamura Ryo.

"Liang, I've considered what you said, I'm."

The light was filled with heat, and Ichiro Aida placed the prepared potato stew in front of the celestial.

Looking at the black and white photos of his daughter smiling brightly, Aida Ichiro smiled too.

The first dish to regain the identity of a chef is to let your daughter try it anyway.

However, there is an indescribable emotion that rises from the heart.

There is still leftover food outside.

Is it an illusion or is Aimi Aida really back?

Don't care about his.

Aida Ichiro smiled, crying while laughing.

The fragrance burns silently.
Chapter completed!