"Speaking of which, I have never really experienced Sister Xiao Yun's cooking."
Su Mo watched her move swiftly and skillfully, clearly not her first time undertaking such tasks.
Yang Xiaoyun glanced at Su Mo: "That's true, but Uncle Fu never gave me a chance. Even if I wanted to show off my cooking skills to you, Uncle Fu would just intervene and kick me out of the kitchen, I'm helpless. Once we return to the escort agency, I'll personally cook for you and guarantee you'll want to swallow your tongue."
"Then it's settled like that."
Su Mo leaned against a tree trunk, looking at two horses searching for grass in the snow, and couldn't help but sigh, "These two old pals have also suffered along with us, after getting past Huayang Mountain tomorrow and reaching Three Rivers Bay, we'll need to find an inn to feed them well."
