"Okay." Bai Zhenfeng's mouth answered faster than he could think. Actually, everyone knew that it was just polite to ask. If it was someone else, he would have left ages ago; but Bai Zhenfeng was thick-skinned enough to stay. He had not eaten the food that Wei Lan made in a long time; he did not even care if he bumped into a needle. Actually, he felt that Wei Lan was asking for trouble; why did she want to cook when he could just treat them to food? Now, he knew.
It turned out that Wei Lan was not making food, but was making a family.
Wei Lan saw Bai Zhenfeng come over and was not surprised. She took out another pair of chopsticks from the kitchen; clearly, she had no intention of letting Bai Zhenfeng stay for food.
However, since he was seated down, she should get a set of cutlery for him.
"Xiao Yi, bring the food to Gao Xin and Ruoxin later. I made soup for Ruoxin to drink. I'll go find her tomorrow."
