As long as she's still willing to see him, he's willing to promise her anything.
"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat at home?" Lu Jing leaned against the door with Little Mirror in his arms, looking at Zhang Lingying with hopeful eyes.
Zhang Lingying: "..."
"There are some ingredients left from the hotpot earlier; let me check what's in the fridge that's easy to cook. You'll have to wait a bit." Hearing that he was hungry, Zhang Lingying's body reacted faster than her mind, almost instinctively heading to the kitchen.
It was only when she opened the fridge and the cold air hit her face that she suddenly snapped back to reality.
She's not Lu Jing's mother, so why does he come to her house for food whenever he's hungry?
Never mind, considering he's still a patient, she'll reluctantly make him a meal.
Lu Jing isn't picky about food; whatever Zhang Lingying makes, he eats, and after eating, he even helps with the dishes, always with a great attitude.
