Ah Yan didn't say anything, turned around, and left.
He seemed to be very exhausted.
It felt like he could fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
Ah Yan left quickly.
Lu Yinxing looked at Xia Ye, somewhat puzzled.
Xia Ye, however, saw the two big boxes of food Lu Yinxing bought back.
Xia Ye glanced over and said coldly, "Wash your hands, it's time for dinner."
Lu Yinxing didn't expect that after so many years, she'd be able to eat a dinner cooked by Xia Ye so easily.
For a moment, she felt like she was dreaming.
Entering the dining room, she found the table full of dishes, he had cooked so many.
Lu Yinxing almost reflexively said, "Since you made so much, why not let Ah Yan stay for dinner? He probably hasn't eaten when he goes back."
Xia Ye just brought out the finished pork rib soup.
His voice was icy: "Lu Yinxing, do you take me for a chef? Do you think anyone can eat my cooking?"
Such a haughty tone.
Should she be proud?
