Lu Yichen laughed, "Marrying a wife who's too smart isn't good either, she can guess whatever you're thinking."
He then stopped smiling and said gently, "Promise me you won't run around these days, okay?"
Luo Qiao knew that if she didn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would keep worrying, so she nodded, "Got it, don't worry."
Luo Qiao got in the car, waved him off, and drove away.
When she got home, Luo Qiao looked at the ingredients in the house and prepared to fry some oily noodles.
With the help of Elder Rong and Rong Daniang, they worked all afternoon, packed half a pound, and finally packed a big bag, planning to find time tomorrow to deliver it to Lu Yichen and the others, and then stop delivering meals.
It was still early, so she took a few packs of prepared oily tea noodles and drove to the Mechanical Factory Residential Compound.
After parking the car, she carried the things and went home.
