The next morning, Lu Xiaoting looked at his wife's rosy-cheeked face and helplessly shook his head, tucking in the blanket.
"Really just a big-tempered little pig."
Susu muttered in her sleep, who knows whether she was dreaming of something tasty or fun.
"Wife, there's porridge, eggs, buns, and steamed buns in the pot, have some so you don't get hungry."
Susu looked at the man's vigorous and powerful handwriting, a slight smile curling the corners of her lips.
"Hmph, not bad."
A night passed, and considering her actual situation, Susu also felt that her previous ideas were too impulsive.
Since she couldn't go to Guang City for now, she didn't want to stay idle at home.
Susu grabbed a pencil and notebook and started drawing, when suddenly, opening an eatery seemed like a good idea.
No matter the era, everyone needs to eat, right?
People regard food as their prime want.
As long as the taste is good, a good wine needs no bush.
