“It seems that Miss Fu’s grilling is not to the taste, so let me do it.” Wen Tingyun grilled a bunch of chicken gizzards very self-cooked and handed it to Fu Yuan.
“Miss Wen baked it for you specially, take it quickly.” Lan Yaqin urged Fu Yuan.
For the first time, Fu Yuan didn’t listen to her mother’s words, and stood still.
“Yuan, what’s the matter with you.” Lan Yaqin was a little anxious.
“I’m allergic to chicken.” Fu Yu’an lowered his head and said, his voice was a little dumb, and his mood seemed very wrong.
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