Xi Xi was very nostalgic for her mother's cooking.
Although Old Chen's culinary skills were already wondrous beyond measure, the taste of her mother's cooking still held an irreplaceable position in Xi Xi's heart.
Old Chen was sitting under the eaves in the courtyard, puffing on a dry pipe, with Nie Yang cradling a sword in his arms, accompanied by the equally cold-looking Li Chengzhou sitting beside him.
It was as if they were watching Old Chen swallow clouds and spit fog.
And Xi Xi, squatting beside Li Chengzhou, looked obediently at him cradling the sword.
Seeing his daughter who looked like a little ruffian, Li Che's mouth twitched.
Xi Xi was so captivated by her looks that she didn't even welcome her own father home?
"Master Nie." Li Che looked towards Nie Yang and nodded.
