C189 I Refuse to Accept It

Under the atmosphere of the competition, the huge table full of dishes was swept away like a whirlwind and swept into the stomachs of Ye Fann and the others.

Ye Fann drank the last mouthful of sweet millet porridge and gently placed the bowl on the table. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. It had been a long time since he had eaten such delicious food.

Although the dishes were home-cooked