Lu Xunzhi stood in the morning light, graceful and elegant like a jade tree.
Seeing him, one is reminded of his remarkable demeanor when tuning the ancient zither.
Those hands of his should belong to an artist, yet he cooks?
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei had never tasted Lu Xunzhi's cooking, feeling puzzled inside. Seeing Liang Xiaoqi stifling her laughter, they sensed an atmosphere different from usual.
So, they nodded repeatedly: "Alright! Don't worry, we'll definitely come tonight to eat!"
Lu Xunzhi contentedly led Sunny back home: "Sis, I'm going to the study to write a menu and then send someone to buy groceries. I'll be quite busy today, you can entertain yourself. If you're bored, go find Weiwei and them."
Liang Xiaoqi didn't disturb him either: "Okay, get ready, we'll be waiting tonight."
She was amused.
What ordinary household starts preparations for dinner early in the morning?
Was he preparing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?
