Ling limu stood where he was and looked at Fu Xiyao who suddenly ran out of the kitchen.
Fu Xiyao was here. Tonight, she was wearing a light yellow hoodie with a white cake skirt underneath. Such a bright and beautiful color made her small face look like a blooming flower.
Now, she was wearing a floral apron with a spatula in her hand. Her beautiful eyes were looking at him brightly.
Fu Xiyao suddenly appeared at his house.
Ling Limu’s deep black eyes suddenly contracted. He stood still and looked at her deeply.
At this moment, the granny came out and smiled lovingly. “Ah Mu, you’re back. Xiyao came in the afternoon. Today is your 18th birthday. Xiyao personally prepared a bowl of longevity noodles for you.”
