If he had not been so determined in the past, he would have made friends with this old man.

Luo's father felt a little regretful.

But the death is gone, and no matter how much regret it is, I can only keep it in my heart.

Zhang Ma fixed the kindergarten chair and brought three bowls of milk soup with a smile.

The milk soup is very fragrant. Since passing by, the taste buds quickly secrete saliva.

"What's this?"

Lin Miao couldn't help asking.

"This is what I learned from others."

"I thought that when I was studying, I would definitely make it for the young master and the young lady when you come."

Ma Zhang looked at the three little ones happily waving the spoon with relief.

Lin Miao blinked.
Chapter completed!