My Dear Mr Mo

When I heard Wenya say this, just to refute, Wen Yuanming burst out laughing.

Seeing that he was so happy, I couldn't bear to tell him clearly, so I didn't say so.

At noon, the three of us sat at the table, chatting with each other.

"Sister, you don't know. Dad didn't know what you like to eat before. He specially asked people to go to the restaurant you opened and asked the staff in your restaurant. After hearing about your favorite dishes, he specially ordered the cook to cook the dishes for this table."

It's easy to say, but when I hear these words, I feel sad.

I really didn't think that Wen Yuanming would be so meticulous that he would send someone to inquire about such matters.

However, I pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "no wonder I think today's table dishes are all my favorite dishes."

As soon as I said this, Wen Ya didn't have a good way toward Wen Yuanming: "Dad, you're partial. I asked my sister to come and see me off. As a result, all the dishes she cooked were her love."

When he heard this, Wen Yuanming looked at Wen Ya and said, "what you like to eat is usually cooked by a cook every day. Today, your siste