Yan Yinuo went to throw out the flowers and didn't return for a long time, so Xu Zijin had to follow her downstairs.
Just as he reached the stairs, Yan Yinuo appeared nonchalantly, about to come up.
Suddenly she remembered something. "You haven't eaten yet, right?" She looked up, speaking to Xu Zijin above.
Xu Zijin nodded, "Yeah."
Hearing this, Yan Yinuo hesitated slightly, "I'll order you some takeout."
But Xu Zijin had a strange expression on his face. Takeout? If it's takeout, might as well eat something on the plane?
He pursed his lips and walked down the stairs, quickly reaching where Yan Yinuo was.
"Don't tell me, these days, you've been living on takeout?" Xu Zijin asked her with a stern face.
And Yan Yinuo, looking awkward, nodded.
Xu Zijin "..."
What should he say?
That woman explained in a rare soft voice, "The food I cook isn't very tasty, and the fridge is empty." Her explanation was a bit far-fetched.
