As Shu Yimo finished speaking, a man's low chuckle came through from the other end of the line—
"It's just for one person, cancel it, Qin Jifeng and the others rarely come by, prepare some seafood, something simple will do."
Listening, Shu Yimo's expression darkened and he couldn't help but raise his hand to run it through his slightly disheveled hair, wondering aloud, "What fresh ingredients could there possibly be at this hour? If you're planning something, why not notify me in advance? It's always like this. Long Chengyu, I've noticed you're quite fond of sudden ambushes. I can't manage to prepare an entire table of dishes on my own, you'll have to come back earlier too."
"Enough, quit complaining, cancel Li Xinxin's dinner, and remember to pick up Ziran."
The man issued this directive and then hung up the phone.
Feeling somewhat helpless, Shu Yimo reached up to massage his forehead, took a deep breath, and put his phone away, washed his hands, and walked outside.
