An hour later, Lin Yi returned to Ji Qingyan's office.
As the milk tea was already cold, he left it at Wang Ying's place and only brought the glutinous rice ball back.
"You're finally back. I've been waiting for a long time.
"You must have been so hungry."
"I'm not fat, so it's fine for me to eat more." Ji Qingyan grinned.
At four in the afternoon, Ji Qingyan finished her work and packed her things before returning home with Lin Yi.
When they got home, Ji Qingyan fulfilled her promise and made four dishes and a soup for Lin Yi.
Her culinary skills had improved greatly. When compared to other home-cooked food, it was really not bad.
After dinner, Lin Yi did not go upstairs. Instead, he laid on Ji Qingyan's lap and watched television in the living room.
They chatted about meaningless topics.
In the past, Lin Yi felt that such actions were a waste of time.
