The lunch was porridge cooked in the morning, which had gone cold by noon, served with a bowl of pickled cucumbers and a bowl of pickled beans, it was a rare delicacy.
Mu Shuangshuang served Lu Yuanfeng a big bowl of porridge and a bowl of pickled beans, pouring half into his porridge bowl.
"I pickled these beans myself. They go perfectly with porridge!"
Lu Yuanfeng didn't say anything, picked up his bowl, and scooped more than half of it with a spoon for Mu Shuangshuang.
He smiled, "I've had enough. You don't need to just think of me."
The two of them, looking at each other, enjoyed their meal sweetly.
After the meal, it was already noon. Lu Yuanfeng asked Mu Shuangshuang to write another letter to sever ties with the Old Lu Family.
Since Mu Shuangshuang didn't know how to write many traditional characters, she had to flip through books, and after looking through all the books Liu Zian gave her, she finally pieced together a letter of separation within a few lines.
