The spicy rabbit cubes looked fresh and aromatic, the mushroom soup thick and rich, with just a smell, the air was filled with its spicy and delicious scent. Jiang Xingwei couldn't help but swallow, "Xiao Wu, there's so much that you can't finish it, let me taste some?"
Jiang Xingye was never stingy with food towards his cousins. Since childhood, after his father sacrificed himself and his mother remarried, he grew up in his uncle's family. His uncle and aunt treated him as their own, and his cousins cared for him greatly.
But at this moment, he guarded the dishes tightly with his arm and said coldly, "No way!"
He only handed Jiang Xingwei a bread, "This is for you!"
Jiang Xingwei was very angry as he took the bread and took a big bite, instantly he was at a loss for words, "How was this bread made, so delicious!"
