A fragrant aroma of food wafted through the air, and Li Xingle suddenly responded, his gaze fixed on the busy figure in the kitchen.
It somewhat resembled Little Li.
He was truly dazed, even randomly mistaking any woman he saw for Little Li.
He stood up, feeling dizzy, his body unsupported, nearly collapsing onto the ground again.
"Boss, are you okay!" Jian Nian hurriedly ran out from the kitchen.
Li Xingle glanced at her indifferently and walked toward the dining room.
"I heard you haven't eaten for a long time, I've made some dishes that are easy on the stomach, have a taste," Jian Nian said, following behind him.
Li Xingle looked at the beautifully cooked dishes on the table; Little Li would never make these.
Jian Nian handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Boss, try some?"
At this moment, she was wearing a white dress, complemented by a cute apron, her long hair tied at the back, exposing her delicate yet slightly youthful face.
