Three simple stir-fried dishes, followed by a bowl of egg drop soup.
This was a delicacy that in the past we could only enjoy during the New Year at home, but now, we can have it every meal.
Served with fragrant white rice.
Sun Youwei felt that her current life was like living in a honey pot.
The regret is that father is no longer here.
If father were still here, life would be perfect.
"Senior Sister, I got something today, take a look." After Sun Youwei finished her meal, Lin Miao quietly placed the ancestral genealogy from Huichun Valley, which he obtained from Dongguo Sun, by her side.
"Junior Brother, what's this..." Sun Youwei picked up the genealogy with a hint of confusion, but the contents froze her as soon as she opened it.
Just by her expression, Lin Miao confirmed that Senior Sister had secrets, and she had been hiding them from him.
This likely wasn't her selfishness; it was probably Master Sun Simiao's dying wish.
