Qiao Shan looked at her smug expression, put the invitation back into her bag, and snorted lightly, "Of course I know what a bridesmaid does. Underestimating me, just wait and see how I deal with you later."
"Alright, I'll just wait for Brother Shan to deal with me, wait for Brother Shan to eat his fill and then deal with me," Wang Xiaoyi laughed gleefully, ran over, and pushed Qiao Shan's slightly chubby body towards the dining table.
On the table, there were simply two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, plus white rice, but in Qiao Shan's eyes, it brought warmth to his heart.
Before he met this woman, he hadn't eaten food he cooked himself for many years. It was always brothers buying from outside. When the situation was tense, they would find anything to fill their stomachs with instant noodles, beer, and various convenient fast foods.
After wandering for so many years, he still liked this feeling of home.
