Was the other person really from the future? Or someone else entirely? She looked exactly like Lan Xinjie, yet she hadn't admitted that she was Lan Xinjie.
After that, Qin Yiheng fell silent for a long time. I saw his gaze darken, but I had no idea what he was thinking.
When Su Taohua caught the aroma of the food he'd made, he was immensely pleased. His baby was just that amazing—he'd thrown something together, and it was already much better than his martial nephew Qin Debao's cooking.
The ragdoll cat in Duanyang's arms meowed softly. Its eyes were as blue as the sky, as if it were answering something.
Su Changqing couldn't be in two places at once, so he arranged for each of the three chefs to look after a different location. As for himself, he took Su Ruotong to the old branch of the Su Family Restaurant.
Breakfast was no longer rice porridge and steamed buns. Instead, there was fish and meat—a more sumptuous meal than any we'd had since being captured. Yet I saw many people silently shedding tears.
The human-eagle heart-devouring beast hadn't expected her to say something so lacking in ambition. But weren't those things she'd described what even more people secretly longed for? It was just that life was full of misfortune and helplessness.
I hurried after him as fast as I could. When I reached the iron gate, I glanced around and saw that the Guangdong Guy had vanished.
Actually, they'd planned from the start to wait until Chu Yuhu finished the handover over there before going to interview her. But when they'd arranged the handover, the Su Family had politely told them not to disturb her, and that they could interview her once it was done. So they'd come to Su