ard drive's internal format only undergoes a change. According to specific rules, data can be easily recovered.>>By looking through the chat records, she discovered that on Mr. Yin's death anniversary..."Yes, yes, go in first. Achen, I've prepared some food and drinks for you both. Let's go in together." Song Qiao Ying enthusiastically took Ou Yan's hand, chatting with Si Ye Chen about her time in France as they walked, and she also reminded Ou Yan to greet her uncle.

The tea table was set with an assortment of snacks and tea.

"Yanyan, these were all made by your mother. They might not look very appealing, but I tried some and they're actually pretty good." Li Yuanfu smiled as he picked up the plate of green bean cakes with the best texture and brought it to Si Yecheng and Ou Yan. "Try them."

"And there's osmanthus cake!" Song Qiao Ying picked up another plate of pastries, just about to bring it to the children, when Li Yuan Fu took it away. "Let the children try mung bean cake first."

"You can also try the osmanthus cake."

"It's not too late to taste it again later..."

They can have a bite of mung bean cake and then a bite of osmanthus cake, it won't be a problem.

"No rush..."

Although Li Yuanfu smiled, Ou Yan could still tell from his expression that the osmanthus cake didn't taste good.

"Then, you try my lotus seed cake." Song Qiao Ying served up another plate of pastries.

"Li Yuanfu took the plate again, "Let the children finish their mung bean cakes first. No rush, Acheng, Yanyan, how is it Is the mung bean cake still tasty"

Ou Yan felt a little nauseous, but she still nodded. “Okay.”

Si Yechen also praised, “Delicious, with Auntie's own characteristics.”

“Really I even put my own spin on the mung bean cake” Song Qiao-ying was delighted and also remembered to bring them the fruit tea she had made. “Try this, each piece of fruit is cut by me myself. See if you like it.”he isn't by my side. No matter what I do, all I can think about is her.On the way home from work, I would often find myself thinking about who picked her up, where she went, and who she met.When I hav...