The aroma of meat filled the nostrils, stirring one's appetite, with its golden-brown crust, the oil paper warm and cozy.
Yin Tingxue held the roast chicken, wrinkled her nose for a while, and said, "Greasy... it's a bit too greasy, and on the bed too."
Chen Yi hadn't expected this, quickly took the roast chicken from Yin Tingxue's hands, waved his hand, and the roast chicken disappeared as if wiped away. Then, with another wave, the surroundings rippled like water, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles appeared in his hand, which he casually sprinkled with scallions.
This nearly miraculous method of creating something from nothing left Little Fox staring wide-eyed.
"I told you, this is my Heart Lake, and moreover... I can achieve what I wish for here."
