Jiang Zhihao was certain it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't let him remember so clearly. He could recall every single moment that had happened.,Jiang Zhihao knew that it was filled with the roast duck he had been craving.,Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately jumped out of Jiang Zhihao's arms. She excitedly ran to Zhong Jiawei and tugged at the plastic bag, asking, "Mom, what is it What is it"。