"Okay, tell me what else you want to eat. I will bring it to you when I come back in two days!"

"Well, thank you brother Anyang."

When the phone was hung up, the vehicle drove into Ji Weiwei's community.

I found a place to park, and went upstairs with a familiarity and knocked on the door. Ji Weiwei, wearing a white T-shirt and blue water-milled jeans, quickly opened the door. What came to her was the fragrance of porridge, and there were obviously many ingredients in it.

"It smells so good!"

"Nonsense, this goddess has been practicing cooking skills recently!"

"Why are you practicing cooking? According to your personality, you should practice Taekwondo!"

"Haha, is that?"

"hiss……"

Soon, the two sat at a small table to drink porridge. The small table was really small. Usually Ji Weiwei used it alone, but the two of them could sit down, but they would encounter their heads when they lowered their heads to drink porridge at the same time.

But this cannot stop them from eating at all. As a foodie, food is sacred, just like the deep alleys, roadsides and streets, and buzzing flies cannot stop them!

After dinner, Anyang lay on the sofa like an old man, feeling that the fragrance of a woman was always lingering in his nose. Ji Weiwei went to wash the dishes. After finishing her work, she wiped her hands with a towel while walking out: "Uncle, when will we set off?"

Anyang casually said: "Detect whenever you want."

They drove back, not in a hurry.

Ji Weiwei nodded and threw the handkerchief on his head: "Come on, do you really treat yourself as an old man?"

Anyang had no choice but to change to a more regular sitting position.

No, it is more accurate to the posture of Weiwei's eyes.
Chapter completed!