Chapter 227 Neuropathy (2)

"Did you make these?" I looked at Mo Ziqian in confusion.

Mo Ziqian replied faintly, "I made it in the morning."

I was surprised. We got on the plane at 10 a.m. and left our apartment at 8 a.m.If he prepared these meals, he had to get up early.

"Do you want to taste it?" Mo Ziqian's eyes contained a shallow smile and spoil.

I said: "OK".

He really changed a lot when I was in prison. He used to be like me, neither of us could cook, but now he can make delicious...