"Lin Zi, wait a moment," Mother Ju called out to Luh Xingze, holding a package in her hands.
"Auntie Ju, they provide meals over there," Luh Xingze said, declining the offer.
"Take it, meals don't ensure fullness, and besides, this is your favorite food," Mother Ju insisted as she stuffed the package into Luh Xingze's arms.
"Oh, Auntie Ju, it's not like I won't come back. Can't I eat it when I return?" Taking it home would be inconvenient since he was staying in a dormitory, and besides, he had to go to Youchun Workshop tomorrow. Wouldn't it leave a bad impression?
He remembered that the master of Youchun Workshop was Prince Duan, the Holy Emperor's own younger brother. It was a prince he couldn't even dream of meeting.
"Take it, take it. It's your favorite crisp bread that we always have at home. I made it with less oil so you could eat it for a couple of days," Mother Ju persisted, pushing the package into Luh Xingze's hands.