At that time, because she loved Wei Zhou with no regrets, she really memorized the thick notebook under the supervision of Wei Zhou's mother. Now, looking at the man in front of her, she was filled with regret. She shouldn't have opened the notebook in the first place, and she shouldn't have memorized the contents of the notebook. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to remember what Wei Zhou liked to eat and what she didn't like to eat until now.
Just as she was secretly regretting, Wei Zhou wiped his mouth and finally finished eating. He looked at Su Yan and opened his lips. "Alright, I'm done eating. I didn't expect this thing to become more and more satisfying the more I eat."
Hearing this, Su Yan pulled herself out of her past memories. She glanced at the empty mandarin duck pot, got up, and walked to the side of the street with her bag.
