Chapter 781

• "I don't think Uncle Feng knows how to cook," Tian Tian whispered, craning his neck to steal a glance. All he could see was Feng Lanhe's back, and nothing else. He said, "Forget it, the food made by someone like him won't taste good. Mommy, let's order takeout."
• Before he could finish his sentence, a strong aroma wafted out from the kitchen. The two of them exchanged a glance, and their eyes instantly became intrigued.
• It smelled... like it would be delicious.