"Senior Brother, your younger brother-in-law should be younger than you, right? Does he need Moringa Seeds?"
In the kitchen, Lin Xu, holding a bowl, was eating fried noodles while chatting leisurely with Xie Baomin. Occasionally, he picked at the Stone Cooked Chrysanthemum with his chopsticks. It had to be said, eating it this way was truly appetizing. It was a pity that when everyone had tried it earlier, they had already eaten more than half, leaving only a tiny bit of Chrysanthemum in the ceramic basin, which disappeared in a few bites.
Xie Baomin planned to eat with Su Peipei, so he wasn't having fried noodles at the moment. Instead, he was slowly sipping a bowl of hot and sour soup. When Lin Xu mentioned Moringa Seeds, the executive chef of Fishing Platform immediately became indignant.
