Feng Lin nodded in agreement, as he had no urgent matters to attend to anyway.
Returning to the villa together, Lu Yao had already gone to the kitchen and started cooking.
Seeing Feng Lin coming over, she peeked out with a smile, "I saw there were ingredients here, so I started on my own."
"Good."
Feng Lin nodded, he too could enjoy some long-awaited peace and quiet.
Xu Ruoying stood at the kitchen doorway, observing whether the other person was cooking with the help of a cellphone.
But she was disappointed—leaving everything else aside, the other person's knife skills alone were enough to intimidate her.
Before long, Lu Yao brought over a few small dishes and served two bowls of rice, placing one in front of Feng Lin and the other in front of herself.
Xu Ruoying rubbed her hands together, ready to taste and see how the other's cooking was.
Suddenly, she looked up, "What about mine?"
"Sorry, I forgot."
Lu Yao stood up with a smile and walked back toward the kitchen.