After three rounds of drinks, the two of them were eating fish and drinking fish soup. Old Niu couldn't help but ask, "Junior Sister Mo, has my cooking skill declined over the years?"
Mo Qingmei's memories began to surge. Actually, with the first sip, past memories had already flooded her mind.
But at this moment, she merely said, "It's acceptable."
A slight smile appeared on the face of this Ox, as if those simple two words were the highest praise.
In fact, Mo Qingmei's appetite was not large. But today, with fish soup and rice, she unexpectedly finished a whole bowl.
The Er Lang Wine was very strong, causing her cheeks to turn rosy from drinking.
Niu Yuanshan looked at the person in front of him, just feeling that Junior Sister Mo had already lost the youthful aura of the past, and was very different from the girl in his memory.
Now there was a touch of maturity that comes from the sediment of time.
