Yan Xixi was stunned, staring as if at Aladdin's magic lamp.
The aroma of freshly barbecued meat wafted through the room, and Yan Xixi almost cheered. Without hesitation, she immediately savored the food. Barbecued meat with coffee—an ultimate delicacy. It had been a very long time since she had eaten so joyfully.
After eating and brushing her teeth, a message arrived: "How was the barbecued meat?"
She chuckled. "Country Bumpkin, you can't keep this up; you'll spoil me."
He also laughed heartily, as if he could see her beaming face through the phone.
"It's nothing more than a small matter."
Was it a small matter? If it were a small matter, would any stranger do this for you?
"Country Bumpkin, why are you so good to me?"
"Miss, for such a small thing, are you really that starved for affection?"
She said very seriously, "Since my father passed away, no one has ever been this good to me."
"..."
