Jiang Ye finally let go, then supported the woman's waist with one hand:
"Let's go see, it's something you like to eat."
Oh?
Would Jiang Ye be unclear about what the woman liked to eat?
He had figured it out many years ago, hadn't he?
In fact, he even knew some of her little habits better than her own parents.
After going out, Jiang Ye helped the woman sit down first, and then he opened the bag and took out the items one by one.
Soy milk... Buns... Fried bread... Noodle tea... Sugar-oil pancakes... Fried cakes... Tofu pudding... And at the bottom, there was a bowl of small dumplings.
These were all special breakfast items from Jing City, which Lu Jing had liked since childhood.
It was only after moving to Nanxi City that he had to change his habits.
The moment the bag was opened, various familiar smells rushed in.
So familiar, the memories deep within the soul!
"The noodle tea and fried cakes smell so good."
The man immediately smiled,
