C342 The Bottom Line Is the Bottom Line

In the kitchen. Lin Nan was the only one standing there.

He was holding a chopstick in his hand, humming a tune while tapping on the various bowls and cups on the rack.

This seemingly casual and uncoordinated movement was able to produce a smooth and flowing music.

The smooth music poured out in torrents.

At this moment, he was like a hidden expert among the people