First Era, Dragon Lo

Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.,"Daddy, it's roast duck!" Lingling excitedly called back.,Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, and changed the subject: "Let's have congee for dinner tonight. Your stomach isn't doing well, so I'll cook the rice very soft, it might take a little longer."。