Lu Yinxing said, "Did you make all of these?"
Xia Ye replied, "You're dreaming, it's takeout."
Lu Yinxing found it quite strange.
Xia Ye didn't like eating takeout.
Ever since he started living alone, he always bought groceries and cooked for himself.
Although most of the time, he kept it simple.
But in Lu Yinxing's impression, except for the time when they were in training camp,
Xia Ye never ate takeout.
Just then, the apartment door swung open.
Wen Quan appeared at the door.
As Wen Quan changed his shoes, he asked, "Has the Cloud Pavilion meal I ordered arrived yet?"
Lu Yinxing finally understood, it was Wen Quan who ordered it.
Wen Quan approached.
In his hand, he held a bouquet and handed it to Lu Yinxing: "Congratulations! This is a token of my feelings."
Lu Yinxing didn't have time to look at it.
The chef from the Cloud Pavilion was very skilled, and Lu Yinxing had eaten there twice.
