Long, long after,
Rong Heng finally calmed his breath and emotions.
In contrast, Gu Lan not only dipped the vinegar and garlic paste but also started gnawing on raw garlic!
Gu Lan: "Meals without garlic lack half the flavor, really, I've never lied."
Rong Heng gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Gu Lan, behaving like this, no one will like you..."
"Who said that? Everyone likes me very much."
Beside her, Rong Miaoyan, who joined Young Master Gu in dipping garlic, raised her head: "What did Fifth Young Master Rong say?"
Rong Heng: "You don't speak."
Rong Baoyi looked at the snow-white garlic cloves on the table with bright eyes, thinking, this is not garlic, this is the crystallization of love, the token of affection, the flower of hope!
Su Zixiao's dishes were delicious, Gu Lan felt he had the capability to rival her second aunt.
Halfway through the meal, Jiu brought out two more jugs of wine.
