"I won't be called Lan Tian if I can't cure you."
Pinching a Spirit Manipulation Technique, four dishes lined up and flew onto the table. As soon as the dishes were served, Lan Tian heard the sound of keys turning at the door and looked up to see Mo Junhua coming in.
"Smells so good!" As soon as Mo Junhua entered, he sniffed around with a soft expression, shedding the hardness from his face outside, changed his shoes and came over, looking at the table, "What did the girl cook?"
Lan Tian glanced at him and said, "You'll know after you eat, hurry up and wash your hands."
After pinching Lan Tian's cheek, Mo Junhua went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and brought out the bowls and chopsticks. He served Lan Tian a bowl of soup, handed it to her, then served himself a bowl, and gulped down a big mouthful.
"Delicious!"
"If it's delicious, drink more," Lan Tian pushed the whole pot of soup towards him.
