She touched her belly and said that the baby is a child, but Finn mistakenly thought that she said herself and hugged her: “Okay, baby, let’s eat.”
When Brooke sat at Huang Huali’s table, his eyes were still blindfolded.
Finn gave a command, and the food was served.
Twenty-four dishes, Brooke loves everything.
Brooke took a bite of Tianma stewed pigeon soup and squinted and praised, “It’s still a good cook in Wangfu’s house. I really don’t like Tianfeng’s dishes!”
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