However, when the door of the study room opened and he saw Rong Si standing by the door, he frowned.
Why is this brat here?
Rong Si didn't seem to notice the change in Su Shengjing's expression. He walked in calmly and placed the bowl of beef noodles on his desk. "I made you supper, Uncle."
Su Shengjing was speechless.
What? Have I heard right?
He made this for me?
Su Shengjing's gaze landed on the bowl of beef noodles. It looked delicious. The beef slices and the tomato slices were neatly arranged, and some tender green onions were even sprinkled on them. It looked appetizing.
Worse, it smelled good. Very good.
Su Shengjing's expression became a little awkward. He asked uncertainly, "Did you make this?"
"Yes." Rong Si nodded. "Thank you, Uncle! If there's nothing else, I'll get going."
