lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

A dish of greens, a bowl of tofu, a portion of braised offal, and two servings of brown rice. Zhu Ying passed over a serving of rice and urged, "Wan'er, eat first, I'm here! Trust me!",After that, the two picked up their chopsticks and started eating. To be honest, the taste of the dish was really not good, far inferior to the home-cooked dishes of later generations with various seasonings!,In the dim and oppressive cell, Zhu Ying told Li Wan'er about the good life in modern times. Unbeknownst to her, Li Wan'er fell asleep leaning against Zhu Ying's shoulder, a faint smile still playing on her lips!。