She meant that she liked these foods, who wouldn't like tripe soup? But...
Looking up at the pitch-black window, she was speechless. She turned her eyes to Ya Molian.
"Brother Molian, it's nearly midnight."
Braised beef, tripe hotpot, stir-fried beef liver with spinach, and red date peanut porridge. Would it really be okay to eat so much so late at night?
"Eh, what's the matter?"
Ya Molian asked her back. If it weren't for the late hour, he wouldn't have been able to bring it here. What if Grandma Qiubo heard them? Of course, it had to be at this time.
"You should eat up, or it'll get cold."
After hearing his words, Lin Caisang had to sit down and eat, or else wouldn't it waste all of Ya Molian's efforts?
"I heard some noise in your yard. You didn't catch a wild buffalo in the forest in the middle of the night, did you?" She asked Ya Molian while sipping the beef soup.