Chapter 1670 Signature Dishes

He sat on the picnic mat, his expression blank, observing the bustling figures of several people. He didn't make many movements, and no one knew what he was contemplating. "Nianchu, why don't you prepare your famous dishes?" Ling Hefeng called out to Ling Nianchu. He hadn't eaten much breakfast in the morning, and Ling Hefeng, who had been enthusiastically singing and dancing all the way, had already digested his breakfast. Now, Ling Hefeng was starving, and his eyes were eagerly fixed on Ling Nianchu, who was busy preparing the meal.