Aren't generals always in a very tight timeframe?

She glanced at Ling Miao, who seemed completely oblivious, and suppressed the strange feeling that was rising within her.

"I forgot to ask, what is this dish made of?"

"Sweet and sour pork."

Susan didn't think much of the first sentence, but the second sentence immediately raised her question, "Sweet and sour?"

“Yes, the general and the big boss both love sweets,” Ling Miao said, slapping her forehead. “I almost forgot, there’s also someone who loves spicy food.”

She quickly put down the ingredients she was chopping, turned around, and grabbed a bunch more.

"We'll cook together anyway, so we'll all eat lunch together."

"marvelous!"

The two turned around and saw a little boy standing in the doorway, holding a paper bag in his hand, with grease stains on the corner of his mouth.

"Can you still eat?"

Ling Miao stepped forward and wiped his mouth. "Is it Le Lin?"

Lelin's eyes darted around, and he asked in a childish voice, "Sister Miaomiao, guess who I am?"

"You guessed wrong. I'll have to make a lot more today because I want to eat so much—"

He raised his hands and drew a circle.

Little devil!

Ling Miao didn't even need to guess; she knew who he was just by looking at his greedy expression.

But she still pretended to be in a difficult position.

Lehrlin covered his mouth and chuckled to himself.

"It's Lehring, isn't it!"

No! That's not it!

Lehlin was startled and quickly retorted, "You guessed wrong."

They lie without even thinking!

"Is that so?" Ling Miao frowned, looking at Le Lin with a troubled expression. "The child who lies won't get to eat today's feast."