"I am not telling you."
Lu Zhaoyang turned off the stove and served the last vegetable dish on the table.
The mood was right; it was her day off tomorrow.
Huo Yunting was blocking her way. Lu Zhaoyang nudged him with her elbow. "Wash your hands before dinner."
There was a dish that stood out like a sore thumb. Neither of them liked the chicken feet.
Huo Yunting sat opposite her, staring at her with the chopsticks in his hands. He demanded an explanation.
Lu Zhaoyang compromised under his intense glare. "It is the tenant who lives upstairs. His surname is also Lu. We have met a few times. I helped him once, and he sent me this dish to say thank you. That's all. Now, let's eat!"
Huo Yunting secretly sneered. What younger brother? Perhaps he was up to no good.
"You are not eating?" Lu Zhaoyang asked. "You don't like the dishes?"
Huo Yunting glanced at the chicken feet on the table. "Put it away. I cannot bear to see it."