Chapter 695
“It’s the same taste as the sweet dumpling fermented rice wine your mother used to make!”
Fia was stunned for a moment as she lowered her gaze to stare at the bowl of sweet dumpling fermented rice wine Conrad served her, recalling the same dish her mom, Echo, used to make for her.
She picked up her spoon and stirred the soup, scooping up half a spoonful and putting it in her mouth.
The first mouthful made her eyes redden. Conall was right. It had the same taste.
She could not help but look at Conall. It had been so many years but he still actually remembered the taste of her mother’s sweet dumpling fermented rice wine. Had it once been really true love?
The meal was considered pleasant for the three of them. The only thing that was bad was the impression of Conall being an old chatterbox, a far cry from his usual cool and taciturn self.
After eating, it was time to leave.
Conall felt a little reluctant, his eyeballs wishing nothing more than to be stuck on Fia’s face.
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