"I'll order takeout." Song Yu scrolled through her phone to search for the number of the nearest takeout.
"I don't fancy takeout from regular restaurants." Qi Chengzhi twitched his lips in disdain, as though food from those places would insult his stomach.
"How about something from
Qi Chengzhi looked at her and said, "Dynasty is so far away from here. I'll die from hunger by the time food arrives."
"…" 'Is it even possible for you to have a meal normally, Young Master Cheng?'
"Why don't you cook me something? Any light, homely dish will do." Qi Chengzhi took off his glasses. Warm indoor winds had caused his lens to turn foggy.
He might as well not put them on again, so he simply placed it somewhere on the coffee table.
