Li Zhiyan had no idea what Jin Muxue looked like.
But he figured she couldn't be bad-looking!
Hugging the soft, fragrant Aunt Zhao in his arms, Li Zhiyan slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, after waking up and washing up, Li Zhiyan came to the dining area. Seeing the delicious food Aunt Zhao had prepared, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Aunt, your cooking is always so amazing."
"If it tastes good, eat more. Always eat more of what fills your stomach. What's the point of eating things that don't?"
Zhao Shumin's voice carried a slight tone of reproach, clearly hinting at Li Zhiyan's love for snacks.
But none of the other aunts really had the skill that He Yanrong did.
After all, Aunt Rong adored her daughter immensely—her case was unique.
"Aunt Zhao, snacks and meals are not the same thing."
"Regardless, you still need to eat properly."
