Jiang Ye watched the scene unfold, the corners of his mouth curving up involuntarily.
When the time seemed right, he spoke up:
"Auntie, Uncle, I've ordered some food. Let's just make do for lunch, and we can go out to welcome and freshen up in the evening."
Lu's mother was delighted, her aging face breaking into a smile:
"Oh no, no, no, we're not strangers here, so let's just prepare something at home. Aye, if you have time in the evening, come over—your Uncle Lu's cooking is quite good."
Did someone think he would refuse?
No, of course not!
"Then I'll trouble you."
"What nonsense are you talking, child?"
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang.
The delivery guy was holding a Yujin Building box:
"Hello, your delivery has arrived."
Lu Jing was closer to the door and opened it.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Jiang's place?"
Uh...
He hesitated for a moment:
"Yes, it is."
