"Chenchen, what, what did you just say?"
Liu Xining suddenly sat up straight from her chair, her big eyes wide open as if she had heard something unbelievable, her small face full of shock as she looked at Pan Jingchen.
"I said, Junior Brother Xiaojiang, could he be the one sent by the heavens to save me?"
Pan Jingchen seemed oblivious to Liu Xining's reaction, picked up a kiwi fruit wine from the table and took a small sip, saying with a calm expression,
"Otherwise, why does every dish he makes not only please my stomach but also touch my heart?"
"..."
This time, Liu Xining had truly heard it clearly, proving that she hadn't misheard before. However, what Pan Jingchen said left her a bit bewildered.
She knew Pan Jingchen well.
Perhaps because her mother passed away when she was very young, and her father was a gambler who never cared for her. He would get dead drunk after losing all his money, and if he found her displeasing, he would hit her.
